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Chapter 53: Training at the Flamels

“Balance is something that people talk about without truly understanding it, and most of those that claim to do so are ignorant in their assured beliefs, but for us who practice this art, we are bound to cycles as well as the natural order of things. Life and death are cyclical as all things are born and all things die.”– Harry Potter said as his introduction to magical theory.

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After the pleasant welcome, things had unfolded as Harry had suspected as they were left physical, mentally and magically exhausted to the point that even Harry wasn’t able to be as active, but he still woke fully prepared and needing some relief before sleep would claim him nightly. As it was, he had managed to sate his urges and even the diminished ones of his lovers too easily, but their hosts were accommodating enough while the household had plenty of willing women to enjoy. Part of him was disappointed at their being even less of a connection than even in his own staff when he had been home with many eager to enjoy a night in his bed, but both Nick and Nellie were harsh taskmasters in their education, and Nellie in particular was impressive in her educational tutoring even with the more than blatant flirting throughout as he found his body pressed to develop even more than it had.

Introductory alchemy was an eye opener in what it truly meant when it came to magic, as it was more than just the next step of potions and creation that at first glance seemed to resemble the muggle side of the idea that led to chemistry. While magic was more art than science in its subtle ways, alchemy was about processes and purifying reagents and reactants where potions was more akin to the earlier biochemical reactions than the specific measurements and exacting detailed steps of modern chemical synthesis. Oddly, the Philosopher’s Stone was the pinnacle that was shockingly simple in its creation even if it did require a quantitative sacrifice of lives amongst other things to forge the stone. Harry had been aware of the sacrificial and blood magic that went into it when he had first seen it, but as he had been wearing a bloodstone formed by the sacrifice of an older master vampire he would be a hypocrite to insult them for using sacrifices to form their masterpiece.

Nick had admitted to him in private the story of how they had gained their sacrifice as well as how unplanned it had originally been. Even after these centuries, Harry could see the emotion of the event that had transpired, and he wondered if he would have had the same restraint to have limited his response, but it was appropriate that the descendants of those who had planned to rape, torture, and kill after a sham trial Nellie would now be as loyally their servants as the Li’s were to their masters. The dark ages had been a horrible time all things considered, and it was almost sad how things became glossed over as the time passed.

There was little concern for those of lesser social station, and the church had their numerous attempts to eradicate those that opposed them, as other organizations were wont to do. Dispensations had been given during the crusades amongst other things, and raping the conquered as well as enslaving them was tradition going back to Babylon. Still there were reasons for all the fairy tales of why one did not rouse a magic user’s ire any more than one would rouse a slumbering dragon. The muggle phrases for both said in jest were rather accurate as people were crunchy treats to dragons as much as wizards were quick to anger as well as vindictive. So in the scheme of things one medieval village on the continent disappearing because they tried to rape and torture a witch when her husband was near shouldn’t come as much of a shock, and it is not as if he had doubted that if that happened to either Alice or Anne again that Trick and Trouble would show how dangerous two enhanced Nundu could be especially as unlike the incident during that time their fur was more than capable of surviving the northern cold.

No, Harry was bothered by the fact that despite the exhaustion that he felt from the drills that Nellie had admitted she did as well as some investigation showed Lily had done as well as the mental drain from cramming the equivalent of magical chemical engineering and adding biochemistry to that as well as the other peripheral information that they felt they should have learned before the repeated restructuring of the Hogwarts as well as the other major magical schools because the Ministries, all of them had been paranoid of truly extraordinary magicals being able to destroy or coerce the system. Even with as open as European Ministries or those that hadn’t been in the shadow of Moscow and the issues that festered there, Harry was now well informed that like an organization in power the Ministries would like the Families do what was necessary to retain their power and authorities. Systematic limitations from early stories to education limited most wizards from attaining the now almost lost ability of wandless magic as they became trained to mold their magic in a way that their wand would use than how to use it directly.

There were also the long-term restrictions of information as well as hording that wizards did as much as the dragons of old, and even now dragons were practically devolving into beasts where they had at one time been intellectually unrivaled even by the rest of the long vacated Fae races leaving only some of their less intelligent and easily controlled by their natures beings such as pixies and other smaller creatures even the redcaps and kappa. Unfortunately, without the wizards and other magicals of old, things were in a form of disarray and the goblins only had become the bankers due to concessions as well as their magic while powerful was slower to cast, but none of them had delved into modern muggle armaments for cultural reasons as well as how earlier models were inaccurate and even modern ones were suspect when in strong magical areas.

Electronics were affected by magical fields in ways similar to EMP effects that Harry had read about as they had continued their non-magical studies already into the college level in Europe or as some researchers in the Americas called high school levels with more advancements towards botany and chemistry as they did relate to potions despite Snape’s ire if that would have ever been brought up in his class. The man had his reasons for loathing muggles likely as much as Voldemort, but Harry had yet to discover them even though he suspected that the man was likely a descendant of the House of Gaunt the last know descendants of Slytherin.

He doubted if they were truly the last as Su had been rather vehemently opposed about such a thing, but he was fairly certain that Lady Silver was right that the one that the Gryffindors created the evil and dark wizard image about was not Salazar Slytherin, and was instead the descendant of such unless something happened. As it was, Harry suspected that magic as it could affect space as well as time caused modern weapons being designed with exacting tolerances to have issues, but he hoped not to have to deal with nuclear war or even aerial bombardments such as during the world wars. A number of wizards had repressed that a good number of homes in London had suffered during the bombings, and it was in part where a good chunk of the official Black Fortune had gone to warding Grimmauld Place to the level it was. Harry was aware it could take most explosive bombardments as well as magical attacks, but he had added a few as well to his home that Sarah had acquired for him, and there were plenty of necromantic and blood magic protections added to safeguard his current headquarters.

Harry was aware of having an island from the Blacks near France, and some digging showed that the Potters had one on the other side of the channel closer to the Atlantic than Britain proper for some reason. Sure there were holdings elsewhere some less tasteful such as the remaining plantations in the Caribbean, but part of his childish evil overlord impulses wanted either a moving island or a floating castle possibly both. It would take some work more so than creating an island elsewhere further concealed than Isla Black, but at least Hermione would have less issues with the people living there as laborers since they were treated decently even though they were claimed for their families cheating one of his family of their rightly earned gold.

The Flamels had acquired a number of their legacy servants and perhaps vassals from that foolish town that had tried to rape and use Nellie as a village whore since she was only a cursed witch. This place was likewise more secure than Hogwarts was currently, but it was funny how the students didn’t suspect most of the decorations could be put to defensive purposes to repel invaders such as the armor and the stairs. He had noticed the ones built into the building here, but William Weasley likely would notice those things if he went back to the castle, and for some reason Harry suspected that Hermione would with her interests be a curse breaker just to get knowledge since they didn’t need the treasure though it would be a bonus. It would be something to do in the future when they were further along in their studies, but Harry was informed that if he continued as he was that he would be on par with his mother in the dueling circuits by OWL year, or Nellie would likely try to push him more since he had an advantage that even his apprentices did not.

Thinking back to modern weapons, guns at a short distance could be easily disrupted and the spell that protected against arrows and thrown weapons would work against bullets, but it would likely overload under machine gun fire if it were cast too weakly or by a drained wizard. The other option would disrupt the barrels leading to guns malfunctioning similar to how the original barely properly milled to tolerance ones acted, or cause the bullets to jam or even redirect around them. Solid shields or condensed air, earth or water would probably work as well, and there were things that could dissolve a bullet in transit or dissipate the energy if done properly, and given the lack of guns outside the police and military in Britain it was less of an issue since gun control and regulation outside hunting and target practice would have reduced the availability.

Still his studies seemed to be interrupted by the building sense of lost control as his libido seemed to be insatiable, and as he settled down after dinner he could see that his urges were still growing as he felt like he had been little more than a living fucking machine rendering a number of women besides his girls spent as the room was saturated in the smells of sexual activity especially the honey aroma of aroused women. While he understood that the servants here were almost like back home where the women and girls had no qualms in fucking him, his need for control warred with the almost primal drive that seemed to be consuming him at this time. As much as the sex left him euphoric, Harry was wondering if he was becoming a slave to his passions instead of their master, and the notion of losing control unlike his pets did not excite him as much as it terrified him.

One part of his mind wondered if it was the almost lack of bloodshed while being at Hogwarts that was causing this as well as having resisted Alice and Anne’s original advances for as long as he had done. Had his suppression only amplified his bodies libido that it wanted to make up for all the lost opportunities, or was his empathic abilities along with some unknown aspect of his art causing this as thoroughly as it had the damn breaking on Halloween? So much of what he knew and did was different from those pathetic shades calling themselves necromancers, but it would not surprise him to know that approaching the four celestial parts of the year the two equinoxes and solstices would have an effect on his magic as tied to the cycle of life and death as it was. Had he really killed that many people that some misguided sense of balance was coming into play yet since they were through magic not allowed to become mothers only increasing this urge?

So many ideas went through his mind even as the last woman collapsed and rolled off where he had been relentlessly thrusting into her seated above him body as even the few he had been lapping had curled off too sensitive to have even a minor orgasm anymore. Looking down to see the violation of natural order as the still firm and not even chaffed shaft of his manhood stood firmly and proudly erect from just below his sculpted abs, and he sighed looking around to see what looked like the day after a nice ancient Roman orgy. They wouldn’t even likely be able to use even their hands, mouths or tits on the ridiculously unrelenting staff that otherwise should have been ready to at last dangle so he could get some sleep and not consider wandering to deal with this except that the rest of him was somewhat drained from the exertions rendering some impossible to count number of women as they were entwined in their sleep around him after their relentlessly explosive orgasms to being fucked almost to death.

His head hit the bed or tried as it found pillows living though they were below his head as the slight shifting of his head rubbing at least one woman’s breasts didn’t at least cause a wince of oversensitivity but more of a purr of satisfaction, while his empathy detected the feeling of just go to sleep and ravish us once we recover. Harry was scared that he might actually kill one of them from too much fucking let alone the pleasure leaving them as thoroughly broken as the Cruciutus did with pain. He knew they would be hungry though with the amount of his cream they had filling their bellies that was surprising as whatever this was had made him wonder if his balls were somehow utilizing space expansion to store what he had spent today. All he was left was more questions and a room full of utterly fucked out women that were almost in a coma how deeply they were sleeping as his release left a minor magical effect considering how much he had churned out into not only their holes but greedily devoured into their bottomless seeming bellies.

“What is happening to me?” Harry questioned even as he felt the mass of sated women snuggling against him including his four likely lifetime companions and willing submissive servants and students. “All of them until they were spent and mewling like content cats, and I still am not completely done. Even with how little sleep I need, I likely won’t fall to slumber until I am spent, but it is so difficult as it takes more every day to do so. Is this life and other’s way of laughing that I didn’t succumb sooner and let my libido and lusts build for so long? No, there has to be another reason.”

“Of course there is, nothing is ever as simple as it appears, but you already know that, Harry,” Nellie said as she entered the room he was staying in with the spare version of their own almost room sized bed in the center with smaller couches to play on around the room all of which were occupied with nude women all sleeping off sexual activities from their scents in the air as well as the signs of post coital bliss. “I had not expected you to be like this for a long time, but you seem to be far more of a natural at your art than I had dreamed possible. Life is about balance, birth and death amongst them, and Necromancers are tied to that in ways that the rest of us don’t see anywhere as clearly. As it is, there is also the fact that most of the older families still can tell when there is a risk for the Family or House to end, and you are the last of at least one House, Harry, but the recent wars normally have only cost lives of the younger houses those that aren’t bound by the old ways.”

“That is something I had suspected in part that there had to be a reason behind the ideology and other issues, Nellie, as all things eat and are eaten in time where all are equal in death,” Harry said with a sigh as he didn’t look at her or at where his aching member was still proudly standing from his body drenched in juices and almost agonizingly demanding that it be once more sheathed properly like a properly drawn sword. “Still with those that would gladly use my family and future children to control me, I will have to wait on that even though I do desire a true family to always be around me, and I will never give them the satisfaction of finishing me and mine. The wars never should have happened, but somehow despite magic being there with all the possibilities that it brings, we seem to be surrounded by sheep instead of dogs that would have the resolve to defend themselves. I can understand with Voldemort, as that man always made sure surviving was worse than losing in an attack as they came back like locusts to make up with sadism and cruelty any meager skill they had. There was a reason that the people there still won’t say his name, but I still think slaughtering them all would work better especially since they seemed to enjoy eradicating families!”

His fury filled eyes were visible to her even though Nellie couldn’t see some of it with how his hair was framing his face after the exertion Harry had been in rendering a rather sizable part of their house staff spent and according to her passive Legilimency and other tricks considering Harry to be the second coming of a sex god. She could say that her own first encounter had been intense and Harry had demonstrated skills that most took decades of practice to hone, but then again they had been on the receiving end of his aura where she had experience to resist it somewhat, and her last time with one of his kind could have been better although it could have been far worse as well.

The man had been more than able to tame any woman, which it seemed Harry had inherited without the complete level of cruelty his possible peer had delved into dealing. Oh, she knew that Harry and his pets indulged in some things that could be cruel, but Nellie could tell that Harry would not break someone for no reason unlike her one time master, and his path seemed less likely to twist in the same way as that once viciously cruel Black Necromancer had done. He was in need and her planning out sessions where Harry could explore her limits could wait, but there was little doubt that from the rumors she would be disappointed, and it looked like Anne Sophie had her turn even as she could hear her muttering thanks in her sleep and reliving the encounter.

Nellie smiled fondly at Harry and liked her lips seeing him firm and throbbing before her, and it was not as if they hadn’t played at least a time or two already, but given that it seemed his condition was not going down that riding for a while would help both of them to get some sleep tonight. Her simple silk shift slipped to the floor where it promptly vanished picked up by one of the house elves, and she moved closer feeling her lips parted in anticipation of what it would take to sate his arousal even though her former master had never rendered this many women likely wanting repeat performances.

His aura and the pheromones and other scents in the room were arousing on a primal level that Nellie didn’t want to suppress, and it would only have been better if Sophie was awake so they could share him several times, but it looked like her current favorite had gotten fucked everywhere and would probably be out for a while still. Alternating having that thick dick inside them with his tongue would be wonderful, and come morning or when her darling awoke they might try it, but her own needs were less important than helping their guest. It was a shame that modern people were so ill mannered, and even the trash that had tried to rape her back then had some principles and standards to their actions. Still as she could feel her juices flowing and his nose twitch as she drew near, Nellie smiled at Harry and realized she was going to help him get some sleep that would likely require several dozen orgasms to leave her snuggled like the rest of the spent pack of witches around him.

He was in his early prime, but she recalled with a momentary fondness of her somewhat vicious and cruel master and how she had come to savor every encounter no matter how intense it was. Harry was a Parseltongue as well and she had some fond memories of the few who had come close to that natural lingual talent, and he had a pet metamorphmagus as well, so things would be interesting for a long time. A long-term relationship wouldn’t be that difficult and it would be mutually beneficial even without factoring his pets into the equation and what she could teach them of the womanly arts both magical and otherwise. He had obviously already done some rituals to enhance his body in addition to the boost his chosen art had given him, and he was very tempting right now and likely the closest to allow any control over him for some more information even though Nellie knew that given the chance Harry would go all masterful and dominate her physically and sexually in ways that no ordinary magical or mundane man could do.

“You are not yet at the point where your heritage will require you sate the urge for not just sex but children, but you are neither a Black Necromancer nor those few White Necromancers that seem long since gone,” Nellie said as she sat next to him and reached to slowly begin playing with him. “Each had a reason for being, but I must confess that I don’t know precisely what requirement a Silver Necromancer has, and I can only suspect that you are more tied to a balancing nature than the others were. White Necromancy was tied to healing as well as dealing with spirits, and while I have admitted to having been a necromancer’s pet in the past, I will say that this is not uncommon among the more developed in the art, but like those in the east that delve into using their spirit and life to grow stronger there is a presence that attracts those that are compatible especially sexually to them. Black Necromancers as few as there have been that didn’t get killed by rivals or for going off to bite off more than they could chew were able to raise the dead easier and their fires were the inspiration for Fiendfyre although there is more to it than that would appear. They are also far more cruel than the rest while the other two kinds I have had less interaction with, but I will tell you that you have some of them in you as they went into domination without permission, and Nick was afraid you were a Black Necromancer and thus able to have rendered almost anyone broken as their understanding of flesh and bones allowed suffering that healers could not imagine.”

She watched as his eyes closed and a smile came to his face as her hands soothed the ache for a moment, and the scent and presence almost demanded she move her visibly and felt dripping sex to mount him, but her eyes fluttered as she fought it off just for a while. It was easier to do so knowing he would be inside her again, and this time she would not be rendered little more than a sub slut howling as her body was made to orgasm while being pounded into as if they were both animals in heat. Oh it had been delicious feeling the orgasms repeatedly slam through her body, and with each the urge to submit utterly to Harry had grown, yet the thrill of riding that almost permanently ready and firm cock as she gushed again and again was calling to her. He would go far of that, she was certain, and they would likely be frequent lovers and she knew that all of her submissive dreams would be satisfied in ways that her husband had tried to meet would be.

Why with how intuitive and skilled Harry was there was no doubt that he would be the kind of lover whispered about through the ages like that delightful Italian she had tarried with a few times. Offering him the elixir had been tempting, but there was a chance that his spark would be dulled, and it had been a pity for him to have passed away though her own book had many of his techniques inscribed in it. Her own book had a number from the few encounters with a Li she had, and there was the other tomes of sexual knowledge that would definitely be added to his education. They almost soaked up information like water, and Harry seemed to more so for his gift.

“That sounds interesting and I have used it before for such methods, but I suppose I will have to ask Su when I visit there as rare as my particular talents seem to be,” Harry managed to say with barely to show how he was enjoying her teasing. “Oh, I wouldn’t begin to just grab random people off the street, but if they threatened to harm me or my family that would be completely different. Oddly, I know that the Black can heal, but not the body instead the mind, and the White while healing the body affects the mind no matter how one tries not to do it. Perhaps it is to better ensure the agony and suffering is maximized while healers would want to prevent trauma from wounds. Combining them will both heal and destroy the body and mind, it is perhaps more lethal than the killing curse or a full unlimited Obliviate, but it did allow me to reclaim one of my family from the horror of fools. They both have more than passing effects on the supposedly invulnerable Dementors. Now I will admit that Nick has a reason to worry that anyone would want to claim you and even break you to have you, but I have little need to do that now do I?”

“No, you don’t Harry, and Nick knows that very well, but I can see why even those three delectable examples of Huffle-sluts would declare their tight asses solely to be owned by you,” Nellie said as she moved to straddle him watching his face especially the pleasure as her juices dripped down to his dick even as she continued stroking him. “Now your magic could be maturing sooner and with it your bodies hormones and energies are being built up to almost insane levels, and I am going to make sure you get some sleep tonight. While Nick has been keeping your mind exercised, and I have been training this body in ways that should be impossible for even a powerful wizard, your pets and ours have not sated the hunger inside you. I do think that some of the magical predators the Li face would be shocked to be outperformed by you, but then you already suspected that you were more than human. Now I can almost not look forward to how your Animagus will add on to that as there is no way it is not magical, and a magical one always affects the mind and body, or it could be some of it coming through before you attain your form.”

Nellie slid down until she felt just his head parting her lips, and she smiled at it even as she ran her hands over his chest amazed that he was so spent he hadn’t thrust up into her willing body. The Animagus did allow for some crossover of senses and some natural talents as those attaining their form had some instincts and quirks from their form even in human shape. Dog Animagus had heightened senses and normally more loyalty though thankfully few had their senses on par with werewolves or more. Nellie wanted to shudder as she remembered those few that were horse or similarly endowed Animagus some even had their stamina and size increased. It didn’t surprise her when Harry had told her of his godfather being innocent and Peter being a rat as they would betray for survival and most considered the boy to have been a natural follower with clinging issues, but still as she felt his heat just teasing at her entrance she turned her attention to Harry and her thoughts about him.

Considering that dragons coupled for hours after a mating flight, she wondered if he had a form not seen since Merlin officially. It would also explain his flying ability while his father’s grace would have been enhanced by his nimble and regal form. Some of their post coital discussions were interesting especially as how the connections he formed were very beneficial, and she had heard how the promising Quidditch recruit had run off to Romania to work with dragons. Charlie would give the world to be able to talk with them let alone fly with them and Harry likely would be able to do that, and it was not as if they were muggle farmers having to slaughter animals to get what they need with the right potions beforehand to restore things.

“Nellie,” Harry hissed as he felt her juices streaming down as she hesitated to give into his presence. “You know I haven’t been successful with that for a number of reasons, and this is part of it as even with the work, I can't get to sleep until it is dealt with and even all of them weren’t enough today! So if you plan on teasing me all damn night, I will return the favor tomorrow. I appreciate having my limits pushed, but this is one that will bite you if you keep on it!”

“Don’t mind the teasing, lover, and I am going to ride you until I am stuffed!” Nellie said as she sunk down on him before letting out a content moan as he filled her so delightfully. “Now that is what I have needed all day, big man. I swear your dick is going to be a legend before you are old enough to tap sexy sluts everywhere! One you have control of this you will make a machine seem tame, and don’t think I didn’t notice that your aura is finally relaxed completely. Now no more talking, I am going to ride this monster of a cock until I pass out and you will feel me milking you all night!”

Harry growled as he watched her move and he did notice that the room was utterly bathed with his aura for once, and he saw most of her higher mind drowned with her need. The sleeping women shuddered as the room was awash with their moans and scents of release even as Nellie rode him while her own body came again and again until Harry felt his release happen repeatedly as her muscles clenched and sucked him deeper into her womb. Harry’s eyes were half lidded as they rolled about as Nellie used her six centuries of sexual experience to slowly drain his balls filling her up.

With one final cry, Nellie collapsed on top of Harry burying her head into his shoulder while he managed to lift his right arm to hold her to him with his left on her clenching ass. His eyes were heavy as he drifted off into sleep even as her body continued milking him throughout as he remained inside her warm and wet embrace. They would be that way until Sophie woke to crawl to the somewhat dehydrated man before offering her juices in lieu of water. Those in the room had left their resting places drenched, and their dreams featured Harry claiming them until they were little more than tamed animals living for his use. Even Nellie felt those old trained and broken in urges to submit, but her dreams featured her trying to convince her master to find a way to wear her on his dick perpetually unless he was using one of the other toys.

Harry fell into a deep sleep inside Nellie and his face drenched with Sophie’s juices while his nose inhaled her scent as he rested. He had little awareness of his subconscious shifting in his mind, and he had been right when he told her he had little luck with the Animagus transformation as he had yet to truly see his form as he had only become aware of some aspects of it. If he hadn’t been in as heavy a state of rest, Harry might have been able to perceive the oddly Gryffindor colors in the patch of fur that obscured his mentally sleeping as well self, but his forms side was next to him and there was a paw larger than him with razor sharp talons, and his hair was ruffled with the shifting of the wind that his unnoticed wings caused. Even near his altered form were the full-developed forms of his companions and likely his closest bound servants as well.

Night perched on the hill nearby, and circled around them was Shadow as a giant serpent that had an oddly Norse serpent head yet was still as black as Night was in coloration. Trick and trouble were also near his form, but they were smaller than his massive form. Mischief as well was nowhere the size of Harry, Night or Shadow, but the canine was still the size of a full grown Cerberus rivaling the dire wolves of legend while the cats were taller than a full grown man at their shoulders where they would be the size of a medium sized greater cat when compared to a giant as a human in relation. Of his form and how it felt in sleep, Harry would wake knowing that as Shadow he had venomous fangs while feeling the sacks that Trick and Trouble had which contained their breath, but there was something else a tingling in his mouth that he didn’t understand. He was in fact in such a deep state of slumber that he didn’t arrive with Alice and Lily even though they momentarily appeared in the pool near them where they were shown sleeping entwined in each other with their faces in the same state of utter bliss as the women around his real body.

Unnoticed the clear silvery river that curled around then and the mountain was deep enough now for Shadow to swim in while the mountain began to grow buildings to make a perfect fortress on it. Somewhere inside the intimidating structure, a throne room was forming where his mental constructs simulating his servants was building itself, and when he got around to exploring it would likely try to create something similar in the real world. Where they rested was a decent clearing while there were Mediterranean trees growing in a grove around them and their water hole, and oddly, it too would be mirrored in a place they had yet to visit. Still it was a shame that reaching this place and noticing the details would take effort or they all would quickly learn their Animagus forms, and Harry would have the dream location for his defensive fortress from ministerial, and supposed dark lords and their followers. Already on the top of the innermost structure, there flew his personal emblem on a flag, but while the fortress grew out of the ground it was still in a state of flux as his subconscious played with designs for him to someday chose from for its final form.

The morning would come soon enough and with it would come the trying training they were doing, and it was slightly stressful to keep some of it hidden from Amelia, Susan, and Hannah as they were all unsure how the topic of darker magics including ritual human sacrifice would be received at this point in time even though Amelia had been for less than restrained methods in dealing with the Death Eaters. It was unfortunate that the cruelty of Azkaban was used now instead of the Veil to deal with irredeemable prisoners and the threat of Dementor exposure to keep people in line. To be honest, it would have been more imposing if Voldemort had not retrieved what few minions he had instead of letting them go there, and the Dementors had been more willing to listen to him than the Ministry given how he promised them a more steady supply of food.

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Following that discussion, Harry felt a bit more centered than he had before this, and with some of the issues settled for the moment at least, they were able to get their training going full steam even more so, but their tutors took advantage of the groups lower need for sleep. Hermione had been grateful at school for reaching a reduced amount of sleep to function, but Harry was further along than any of them even though Alice and Anne had a year almost unsupervised to become better. Each ritual they performed was cumulative, but as it was, that branch of magic was able to surpass the limits of other magics to create permanent changes at a cost. There were rituals that could emulate most of the changes that their art had granted from the dedication ritual they had performed, but even they had higher costs than just physical or magical ones.

Susan and Hannah could perform a ritual to decrease the amount of sleep, but it would be at a cost that would be more than their core group would have to pay in blood and life. Dora had benefitted from her ritual as the increased stamina and regeneration had given her the ability to function on less hours, and even Harry was currently needing a few hours a night to be revitalized completely, but the energies that let them commune with all kind of spirits as well as animating dead flesh was able to heal and revitalize the physical and mental forms. Animal and even human sacrifices or the cost of something treasured allowed rituals to break the limitation of conventional magic including fundamental laws of conjuration and transfiguration.

Harry had taught the girls a little spell that actually was believed to be impossible as conjuring food was supposed to be impossible, but even transfiguring something to eat was likewise impossible. If it was simple, than the businesses that catered to providing food and potion ingredients would be less prevalent than they were. Likewise, he had glossed over the transformative magics that had more to it than transfiguration while his subconscious had reasons for doing so as while his art was an inseparable part of his life now it had a cost of its own to practice. One could cause food to feed more, but conjured food tasted as if it was there even if it didn’t assuage hunger, and looking at how financially drained the Weasleys were that perhaps Molly had been adding material to allow the boys to feel full, but Ronald accustomed to needing to eat that much to get a similar level of energy gorged everywhere, or it could just be that he was a greedy selfish child.

The spell did something akin to most science fiction sources and conjured a simple meal when necessary, and with the influx of house elves into his service, it was forgotten from their minds, but it was rather limited in its creation of basic nutrients. Still with the level of energy needed for the mental and physical tasks during their tutoring as well as the playtimes that everyone around them seemed to demand there were limits to what the elves could cook. The spell was something that if Hermione had ever been truly in a state of mind to ponder it would have revolutionized everything, but as it was, they had something less than most fabled foods. It was not a panacea, ambrosia, the peaches of life, or any such thing, but the odd magical construct created simple food such as fruit, meats, and nuts while the water charm would help in most cases for survival.

Unfortunately, Harry had begun to suspect that the reason that necromancers imbibed blood as a vampire would was that some of their magics were blood based, but there was also the energy in the blood that was transferred through the body and not just the chemical transportation that it did from a scientific idea. That energy was also present in sexually aroused individuals and other sources, but it was easier to gain in sexual situations as the energy was saturating the blood and sexual fluids or actually all of them. So while they hadn’t needed to be downing pints and quarts to survive, the sexual energies imbibed helped in the food and sleep equation as they could shift a certain amount of one to the other, but it was not just shifting input and output of calories.

Reading some of the tomes in their collection while cross-referencing it with his current resources as well as some investigations in the Book, which Harry at times cursed himself for its safeguards especially as it hinted at more information if he was stronger, more knowledgeable in addition to being wiser in using what he already had, all of that resulted in some of the momentary headache of information overload that had some positive realizations. Magic affected the user as it acted in ways as a second reserve of energy that sustained and enhanced the body, which was why most Quidditch matches and accidents were not immediately fatal. If he had told anyone of the lies that the Dursleys had said where his parents had died in a car crash, they would have been shocked as even depleted of magical energy to the state of almost being squibs would still have enough to shield from the trauma of impact and slow down the damage from being critical at first.

The supposed magical core did derive energy from food, but there were other additions there as well, and the most important was some sort of absorption or induced generation from being alive in the world. It could be the magnetic field inducing energy or the more esoterically ancient beliefs that the ley lines as they were called in the west or the dragon lines in the east that functioned as the planets energy veins, but either way there was background energy that magicals absorbed to keep going even when dying of starvation. The scary parallel with vampires that were developed enough was that necromancers as well could enter a state of suspended animation that reduced energy consumption to a near zero that being within the planets energy field would make actually a negative value allowing revitalization with enough time or energy applied.

What all of that meant, as Harry recovered from his contemplations before feeling Nellie stirring again while his nose inhaled Sophie’s once more growing scent, was that their limits had grown and they could go further than before even if Dora lacked some of the changes the rest of them had to do so. It was a shame that despite the belief that magical exhaustion could damage the body, it did in fact helped grow one’s reserves to be able to cast more magic as the core was like a physical muscle that grew yet could be damaged for a time. Most of the time it was unnoticed if an elf provided the sustenance or they had in their exhaustion cast the food spell, but either way they were growing stronger and more informed with each day.

At least now, Harry understood a bit more about his condition as it differed from his students for two reasons. The first being that he was a man with the urges and inclinations that had as well as the inherent difference in magic under the surface. The second was that they were his students and his body was further along the process to becoming a master necromancer in full even if his knowledge while vast compared to their peers was while growing not quite to the level it should be for that state of mind. Old age would never be a concern for him, and yet he was still a part of the natural order of the world even though he was in some ways the equivalent of a human shark, as he had to keep moving to live while not having the limitations of the infirmities and frailty that came with the aging process. His regeneration would also not only give him longevity as he would be kept revitalized at the peak of his physical state, but from Nellie he had learned more that most necromancers didn’t attempt to master more than one type and the silver was a myth from before they had been born, or at least that is what her one time master had revealed during some post coitus cuddling.

Thankfully, some of the magic he could use while mostly erased had not necessarily been forbidden as the old families had ensured their interests and abilities were protected, but blood based magics were frowned on even though they were so useful in so many ways. Still reading up on the numerous types of vampires since his condition made them appear as nothing more than living blood processers that were inefficient yet useful to further develop the bloodstone dangling from his neck. Sadly for the vampires, most had forgotten what blood magics they were capable of as they tended to kill each other off or settle for barely more tricks than the basic boosts, and most didn’t know more about using it than to jumpstart their regeneration though some still learned how to harden their body and enhance their muscles and other organs to work better.

Humans were capable of blood magic without alterations to their system, but most started so inefficiently that they might burn their blood up before their body could compensate leading in death for internal uses and the alternative was plenty of blood on tap from sacrifices so most wouldn't think to temporarily boost as sacrifices tended to longer term enhancements. So Harry could in theory burn some blood to be faster, stronger, take more damage, or react quicker as well as accelerate his already enhanced healing amongst other uses. It was humorous that possible uses of blood magic were easier to find in muggle literature and fantasy than in reputable and even some disreputable shops in the Wizarding World.

Blood was more than just the scientific and medicinal world understood, but there was reasons that people were reluctant to allow another to have their blood or other body parts even though that form of sympathetic magic seemed to have missed the European wizards, and he already had plenty to ask Su about when he saw that cute yet dangerous girl once their time here was spent. At least it seemed to Harry that his fluids were nowhere as mythically addictive as some types of vampires were supposed to be, but his blood and for the girl’s interest cum was somewhat metaphysically enhanced where it would restore some strength and other properties though he doubted it was physically addictive nor that his apprentices juices were though he could spend hours drinking them until they were too sensitive to do more than twitch and moan.

“Good times, good times, those were some really good times,” Harry muttered as he felt Sophie was appreciative of his hands teasing her body before deciding to start his day with a taste. “Now I might as well have some fresh fruit this morning and some cream never hurt…”

Sophie came awake with a gasp as she drenched his hungry mouth and her attempt to draw a deep breath to scream her joy was cut off as the next spike exhaled her lungs of enough air to do more than just orgasm and moan. She met his eyes, and in her pleasure induced bliss let him into her mind freely, but as he communicated his appreciation with a toe curling body shuddering follow up orgasm, Sophie found she didn’t mind her mind being perused as her Mistress’s current stand in dominant wrung her body to sate his thirst for the nectar of Venus her heated sex was providing. The power hidden in those depths made her orgasm on its own, and as her Mistress was teased to wake, Sophie was not shocked that she slid under him and slurped on him before moving her own flowing flower where he first made her moan as he slid between those puffed up and parted lips before sinking in and once more pleasuring both of them.

“That’s a good boy, Harry,” Nellie purred as he started rapidly moving inside her once he was sure she was ready for it. “I can take it; you don’t have to hold back. You can fuck me until I scream, and I want to see you at your wildest after that ride last night. Besides, I doubt you are old enough to be able to break this pussy…”

Harry growled into Sophie’s bucking sex much to her enjoyment as he took that as a challenge, and Nellie was going to be feeling this until she had some potions and charms used later even if he rendered her lethargic during their morning tutorial. He couldn't help his competitive and drive to succeed, and her soon to be pounded mercilessly slit would attest to that. either way they were going to get their morning exercise in before listening to more of Nick’s somewhat mind numbing information cram sessions though at least unlike Snape there was a dialogue between them.

He doubted that the students during his tenure wouldn't pay buckets of galleons to be able to dunk him in a piranha-infested pool or drop those coins down his pants while dropping Nifflers after just to show how they appreciated the piss poor expensive education. Hermione wanted to have enough to get the man sacked for his behavior, but the knowledge that her master wanted to slowly torture him to death for setting his family up to die made her still gather the information just not release it. Besides, Dumbledore was almost as devoted to his pet as he was in trying to put Harry under his thumb. To be blunt most of the school including the Slytherins would gladly lock him in a room with a homing curse and a few dozen bludgers while he was incarcerated. Most likely targets would be his nose and oddly his likely nonexistent or Ronald sized balls, but that was what little left after his mum had nutted him after calling her a mudblood, which turned out to be a lie even if more of her relatives were squib at worse.

The twin cries of pleasure when his thoughts left them just enough time to get a lungful of air to howl caused his pets and the rest to wake up. Suffice it to say, their tutorial would be lounging as their well-sated pussies rested up as a bit more theoretical session was had. If Nellie had a very sensual sway to her that day even after sitting back while the potion and salves worked to reduce the tenderness, it was just her being playful and nothing like Harry had broken her pussy in as if it was a wild horse now on its way to being domesticated. Well that is what she would claim anyways as admitting that Harry had come close to owning her despite being married to Nick and the multitude of male and female servants willing and ready to fulfill any task including the most kinky and perverted thing was a bit shocking to her especially after getting mostly over her feelings for having been a pet so long ago.

As it was, much fun was to be had and plenty of exertion that would facilitate a hearty meal. Those talented cooks would be busy though some were in the room enjoying the morning fun. Unknowingly, Harry would end up with a minor cult started by those in this estate though it would pale in comparison to his most massive acquisition of servants in the not too far off future. Besides, he was one to inspire loyalty and in both directions as his giddy and happy vassals in Surrey could attest to, and even those inherited ones from both houses were feeling better now including those working in the adult entertainment industries.

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Waking that morning, Harry felt a certain sense of foreboding similar to their first test morning, and trusting his instincts as they had served him well refrained from more vigorous pre-breakfast fun by using the lazy side position and the spoon for penetration while his hands and tongue worked the riding ladies for their turns. It was possible that Nellie would try to make up for the previous day where he had ensured that their tutorial was more theory going through numerous strategies and how to best link charms and some well-known ones that he would have to ask Professor Flitwick about when they return to Hogwarts that September or possibly in a letter. She hadn’t minded how he had started the previous day, but for all her skills she had been just as worn out as his pets and that might have stung her pride; therefore, Perenelle would want to demonstrate why she had earned her title as the Witch of Legend.

He would have continued that way except that Amy was feeling like riding more than just his tongue that morning and she had frowned at the correspondence she would waste the day dealing with when she was supposed to be on vacation, but some of her subordinates and even her Head Auror needed their hands held far too often for her tastes. As much as she tried, it felt much like being a teacher or parent handling naïve bumbling into trouble, mischief and danger children, but it was not as if she could find a suitable replacement after all her trying, and she was not allowed to use excessive punishment that would actually curtail the dumber of her pureblood minions.

Some made her interested in doing things that she knew would get her ass double fisted if she tried to peg Harry and then he would if his knack as a Potter held find the runes necessary to seal her ability to orgasm and likely enjoy chocolate away while returning her to the hellish menstrual cycle she had once endured. His family was known for runes, enchantments and wards along with other talents, but the first Magical Potter that she knew of had been an expert rune smith who laid down most of the modern method for understanding how they interacted including across cultural sets. Amelia had already seen that Hermione and Harry at least were working on runes and Arithmancy despite that not being an elective until their third year, but they were Ravenclaws so that was understandable.

Still she would prefer not to have what might be the next Rune Master who could if myths about the Potters were true likely recreate the more horrific torments of ancient Greece including the tyranny of the titans and the old gods, but she had heard of one Potter centuries ago sign runes with some other things to torment three bastards that had tried to steal their daughter and the gifts of the Potter blood by raping and breeding her into their lines. Somehow, they were supposedly still alive cursed to never know the peace of death while compelled to eat each other alive to sate the hunger while their undying corpses were eaten by bugs and other things. It was akin to the legends of Prometheus and Amirani as well as Loki in being healed after being tortured, but there were legends of truly stomach churning dark arts that included a modified Cruciutus that cycled and healed the mind before restarting once more to cause agony.

Dark Lords had not antagonized them and even Grindelwald had offered appellations of solidarity as he tried to charm them to let him do as he wished outside their lands. Voldemort had been the exception, but Amelia knew that if James and Lily had remained in the ancestral fortifications that the Death Eaters would not have broken them but been broken on them as had always happened. The wards on their holdings were legendary, and she recognized some here from the feel so similar to those done long ago by a relatively talented Potter centuries back, but rarely did outsides have the lethal wards that made most curse breakers rather tackle tomb raiding in Egypt with a mismatched wand than challenge them. They were also the few that had mastered using runes in combat and some even were able to cast and draw runes with their wands or in the old days rapidly and accurately drew runes in the air with their athames, but most had stopped using those methods of magic as the information was restricted to certain families and only the odd muggleborn managed to piece together some of those magics with the fragments regarded as myth or legend in the muggle world.

Amelia clamped down on her lover as she smiled that purely womanly smile of contentment that seemed so mysterious on a particular painting, and her mind let those thoughts drift away as the cumulative climactic orgasm left her vibrating around him as she pulled him into her body. Her career had left her far too stressed for her own good, but even before the war had ended things had been hectic and then her brother and his wife had been killed dropping Susan in her lap, where she had to juggle dealing and caring for her niece with hunting down those bastards. Unfortunately, she had been bitterly disappointed in how the Death Eaters and their supporters had practically all been let loose with the transparent excuse of being under the imperious curse. Some were that was true, and the damn thing was noticeable, but the ambushes had whittled down the Aurors while Death Eater retribution to any that officially survived or worse repulsed an attack was horrific.

Looking into her lover’s killing curse green eyes, Amy felt apathy to those animals she had never felt before, and her mind seemed to stir in contemplating treating them like any other dangerous creatures that had proven wizard killers and just put them down no different from a rampaging dragon, hippogriff or Lethifold. His eyes were obscured as another woman sat back on his drenched face after he had decided to kiss her letting her taste the collective mix of the women who had ridden his tongue that morning before resuming bouncing on his lap though this time she had sunk down her still slightly tender ass while her sex gushed. To make her shudder in heightened arousal, Dora who had sat on his face planted her lips onto her now no longer being spread nether lips while her hands moved to the licking girl’s wild and mussed as she responded hair.

“So good, such a fun way to start the morning, lovers,” Amy purred out as Dora had shoved her tongue into her before giving her a working over that helped rival the feeling of Harry stretching her ass. “I wish you would bend me over and give me a seeing too Harry, but you are likely going to be busy with Nellie, and from the looks last night then she will want an evaluation. Now make Dora scream into my pussy as I try to drain your dick again! You have made me an anal lover, you sex god you!”

Amy ground down as the both of them went to work on her and Harry started causing Dora to moan into her in ways that approached that probably should be illegal tongue Harry had, but she suspected that the diary of her ancestor was right and that Potters did occasionally have a Parseltongue pop up though James hadn’t been or she would have heard that he had parted that many thighs. As it was, her body sparked in pleasure and moved to the motions of Dora’s tongue and Harry somehow still taking control while she was on top with him moving a hand to her ass while the other was kneading Dora’s ass as she had trouble not bouncing on his tongue this morning.

So much time had been consumed by her duties that this vacation was well needed even though she knew that Harry and his guest were also being allowed to study directly under both Nellie and Nick though it seemed more time was spent with Nellie on top or underneath Harry though she couldn't blame her woman to woman as he was simply divine. As much as Amelia wished she could recruit Harry into the Aurors from what she had seen of a few of the sparring and practice duels that if he wanted then he could defeat her in combat and part of her yearned for that as well as the knowledge that he could protect her as well as claim her in ways she had not thought since a silly schoolgirl.

“Now that was fun, and I plan to feel you sloshing inside me all day since you sucked my pussy clean Dora,” Amy said before lifting her head from kissing her shuddering sex to tasting her and him in her mouth. “I wish I could spend all day with you inside me though more in being underneath you or being taken from behind, Harry, but this was a change of pace even though I know you could have taken control at any time, and I am happy you had the control to let me ride. Now let me have a few minutes more being stretched on this far too powerful manhood, and we can talk a bit about some things before you go to your lessons.”

“I suppose though I think I went a bit overboard in my juice drinking this morning,” Harry said after giving Dora’s ass a slap causing her to lift her thighs from around his shining face. “You are probably right that Nellie wants to do an evaluation, and this time it will be more demanding than before. I thought I was a fair hand before and even Flitwick seemed to think I had potential to duel on par with how Madame Hooch thought I should have maximized my potential by joining the house team last year, but I didn’t want the additional attention or cause issues with the rules. Still I spent the time making friends, which was a very good thing.”

She smiled at him and knew how lonely things could have been as she had barely interacted outside of work with anyone but Susan and their elves. Her hands traced along the muscles she could see and there was a firmness there that made her wonder if the Potters had some non-admitted blood in their history as it seemed almost a contradiction in being hard as steel yet felt as soft as silk under her fingers. It would go a way to explaining things, but Potters had been a family more gifted in many ways and she had never heard of a wife of one that wasn’t deliriously smug and sated nor a husband of their daughters that wasn’t always with a spring in his step even up to their deathbeds. Life was not fair as she knew and being selfish to grasp onto this joy and hold onto it with both hands was something that Amelia was going to do.

Still riding Harry until she left his body drenched with her juices as his hands kneaded her flesh as the girls took turns flooding their pussies into his swallowing mouth, allowed Amy to have that sense of calm that her job seemed to sap out of her, but as she rose to acquire some mundane food for the morning after claiming his release for her pre-breakfast snack, Amy managed to entice a promise of a proper pounding in her so recently virgin ass in compensation for her interrupted vacation with other work. She had seen him do some correspondence of his own though he had a lap full of a sexy witch or their head bobbing vigorously or slow and drawn out when he needed to concentrate on his own duties.

Her job let her know of some secret things though not as much as an Unspeakable would know and it was not as if they were called that for the unspeakable things they did to advance their agenda, but that they held secrets that were dangerous to the world and themselves. Amelia had studied runes, and noticed that her finger tended to trace the runes for master onto his chest as much as those implying several things that were similar but not quite the same as husband, but each was with her being in a subordinate role to Harry who seemed to realize leadership in ways that she dreamed Cornelius or any recent Minister could have done.

“The Heart of the Sovereign,” Amy murmured as her fingers drew the complex runic ideal of that phrase as she realized it was true about her lover that he knew what being a just ruler or leader should know. “If only you were a few years younger, but I find my loving the youthful enthusiasm and that stamina as well as recovery time of yours. Why do I always feel more the subordinate to you after feeling you make me cum so hard being in my ass? I suppose there is more to this than just need and friendship…”

Harry lifted up and kissed her even though he had listened to her muttering with a look in her eyes far too close to the submission and adoration his minions had. He knew it was nowhere long enough for that choice as while he was certain that every questionable act he had done had through some loopholes not been illegal some would not sit right with Amelia just yet though Amy was likely almost to the point that he could shove his hand all the way inside her and revel in it even if he had some unpleasant spices accidentally under his finger nails.

“You are thinking too much for your vacation, Amy, but you do need to stop clenching my dick in your ass since I will have lessons soon,” Harry said while running his left hand over her back and his right caressing her face. “I can just tell that Nellie will be Perenelle if not Instructor Flamel today, but we do both like pushing our limits. All of us competitive people have that issue and as much fun as flipping you over and taking your hot ass for another round would be, you will need to rest since you were fucking your ass pretty hard and I think I spanked you a bit rougher than normal since I wasn’t supposed to do the intense up thrusts to keep my energy up for what will likely be a very intense duel.”

Amelia pouted as she lifted her ass off his wonderfully stretching dick before the plug slid back in with a helpful hand before any of his warm cum could drip out. She suspected that a rune would be added to make it vanish at his dick touching it and return when he was done inside, and considering what a non-Potter had done with the runes on it already then it would likely remain inside her at all times except when vanished out as it already had been removing anything besides his cum that didn’t belong inside her. Having it vibrate on low might make her desk job easier, but at least she couldn’t accidentally activate it or set it to not stop as she suspected some muggle toy equivalents would experience especially the vibrating eggs that Susan had told her one of them had inside her during the train ride.

She dove in before any other of her fellow sluts could get their mouths on him and she smiled, as she tasted him in her mouth while her hand coaxed what her milking ass had not before she sauntered off even as noting that she would not be sitting down for a bit once the pleasurable feeling faded. He had really worked her ass over in ways that almost reignited her pussy to want attention again, but looking down it was going to be too sensitive for a good while now. Her lover would be about his day and she had to talk with Susan especially with how her body seemed to be craving him more as well as the feeling of utter serenity she felt when his hands caressed her especially when he treated her in a submissive manner. It was very soothing to the point that it left her confused on how she should feel about being a kept woman despite being very sated often lately.

Amy knew there were people who enjoyed the loss of control and the bliss in surrendering the need to worry and merely to obey and enjoy. She just hadn’t considered that she could be one of them or that her dreams currently seemed to feature being led on a leash with Harry holding the end where he would use her when he felt like and she always seemed to be wet and ready with the plug ensuring her ass was lubricated when he wanted to feel her hot tight ass gripping him. The complete freedom in having no worry but her duty to do as he wished seemed a dream after her duty to her subordinate, the Ministry, and the masses let alone those she had to Susan. Still it appealed to her and made her feel the heat radiating from her still tender bits, and she didn’t resist when his women kissed and fondled her as they followed him to the bathroom to cleanup, or even how she docile followed and assisted the post wakeup cleanup nor how she walked at a properly servile distance behind as Harry went to his morning meal.

Most of them having lessons next would give her time to think even as she had not sat down as she had felt the ache from his hands though it was filled with a fondness and sly smile on her face. It was only as she naturally stated to follow behind that she stopped herself as well as squished the fantasies she had wall watching his firm ass as he walked. Susan and Hannah had almost done the same, but the three of them made their way back to their bedrooms this time where she plopped down ass up before starting to discuss things with them while Harry and his definite apprentices as she realized made their way to the rarely offered to anyone tutorial.

While they were having their discussion, Harry was discussing what they though the day would hold, and he realized he was not the only one that had a sense of reservation about today. The sense of dread had almost dismissed the euphoria of the mornings less demanding for him sexual play or the intense bliss that followed orgasm, but while it had taken the edge off and soothed their nerves, none of them doubted that Perenelle was a formidable witch and that it had been enough time to see how much they had truly incorporated of what they learned.

“Good Morning, Harry, today is going to be a very thorough examination to see how far you have come from when you started,” Nellie said the moment they entered the dueling room with a very feral smirk on her face. “I will only say this once. Defend yourself!”

With that Harry barely had a moment to respond before a silently cast spell series flew from her wand towards him, and he took that time to angle out of the way before responding with his own starting chain that was designed to batter and shatter shields and bones. Unlike the most moronic duelers who started with stunning or even Merlin forbid the disarming charm, which was only used for two reasons to end the duel and to surprise the opponent, but it was an easily avoided and countered charm. Also Perenelle had drilled them that shouting did not control the power of their spells any more than if it was whispered, and that last was the first step to silent casting as minimizing wand movements allowed one to jump from spell to spell in chains as the end movement of one was to blend into the beginning motion of the next.

Most wizards cast one active spell at a time, and while it was possible to cast from both hands with two wands, the primary hand would be better at detailed and precise spells while the secondary hand would be better for less precise spells such as shields, blasting charms and the like, but unless one was ambidextrous it took time to condition the other hand to the same level of finesse. So far they had started with one wand each as they exchanged a rapid string of spells and counter spells between a mix of dodging and shielding, but as the spells were closer to almost OWL level for Harry that was impressive, and his potential began to shine through as Perenelle let her right hand start casting with a very old and heavily prepared and constructed athame.

There were some spells that were unable to be cast without incantation or more accurately invocation as they were old magic, which oddly resembled the rhyming that Ronald had done in his first seen by them spell. These forms of magic traded speed for devastating power or mitigated the intense focus that the most complex of spells needed by forcing all of that focus through the incantation until the user slowly built a sufficient mnemonic device in their mind to use it with the least applicable thought or phrase. There were reasons behind the motions of a spell as well as the words in part being a trigger as the spell structure was magic that had been codified into a repeatable action like instructing how to draw a perfect circle or other geometric object.

Neither of them were saying the more complex spells beyond a murmur and barely discernible lip motions even for the longer ones, but the less focused and complex magic both were using their off hand for while Harry had his particular athame that he had first bought then added to though it had less enhancements to it than the one Perenelle was using. Still his wand was a multiform focus that had been worth the effort as in addition to it matching him it had more states that he could use, but using two dagger sized weapons to cast would be at a disadvantage, as while more magic could be poured through than its wand form without dissipating too much energy in heat that would strain it, the dagger and athame were a bit less precise in motions unless using the point of the weapon to cast with the flats to deflect since the edge would be more useful for dispersed and area charms.

Harry was being pressed, but he refused to succumb even as he felt the methodic manner building up to a devastating climax, and he finally let his wand shift from the proud and proper appearing shaft of polished wood to a rune carved and slightly glowing personal dagger. He felt the slight strain as his mind slipped into a battle focus and the tip started drawing runes in the air to reinforce his defenses just as he felt the subtle spells that Perenelle had unleashed interact with a devastating force that would shudder even the Protego horribilis would break under the shield breaker though it would have just as easily been termed the barrier basher as even transfigured walls would be shattered as if nothing more than fragile glass in the way of a wrecking ball.

There was an explosion as the area was filled with a cloud of smoke from the spell partially striking into the floor, but as the cloud dissipated, Harry was standing firm with his body bracing against the floor while having had to shunt the excessive force through the runic shield having directed it behind him leaving a trench behind him and his having slid back partially into that scar in the floor. His mostly ritual dagger was tip down and glowing red from the amount of force that had built up, and using the shock at the attack not succeeding used the overloaded magic yet to be released to send back his response with his off hand while his right began twitching drawing the more complex reinforcements as this fight had gone up a level that his mind was running rapidly to keep up.

“Better, Harry, but not good enough,” Perenelle said as she began to build up to something that would be very painful while he could tell her own defensive barrier was being enhanced by this slow to cast yet definitely potent spell and it felt like it had locked onto his signature to track him as well. “Your use of spell chains including a few that Filius derived was good, but there is always someone better and I hope your barrier will take the brunt of this as while it won’t kill you, it will hurt severely. I must say using a runic shield is a good start, but that is a form of magic that sometimes takes decades to truly become as intuitive as casting charms.”

His eyes went wide as his mind struggled as he thought of how to reinforce his current barrier while his attempts to get through hers was barely causing a flicker, but he would not go so easily even though it meant pushing his mind even more. Harry could feel the way his heart sounded so loud yet steady even as he felt the burn inside as a portion of his blood was converted into a thicker gel than before condensing the magic in it further. Some of that condensed magic continued to flow throughout his body temporarily boosting his enhancements as he felt the heat building from his cells beginning to go into overdrive especially the sudden surge in synaptic speed while his muscles were having micro twitches in preparation.

There was a second ache inside as he saw a drop of crimson form at the tip of his athame, and Harry knew without even sniffing that some of his blood was floating at the end before his mind blurred with runes that didn’t make sense on the surface, but he just felt compelled to draw them. While his right hand was drawing runes and interlinked symbols with his blood floating in the air, Harry found his left hand drawing other things that didn't seem important though there was a growing pulse matching what Perenelle was generating across from him.

All of this happened in far less time than it seemed to both of them, and while Perenelle was moving at a speed that his eyes were seeing her rune set forming, she could barely see the blurs as a complex design seemed to float in the air igniting a heartbeat before her spell completed and lashed across the space between them where it looked as if the very space in between was twisted and warped as it passed. It struck the barrier with the force of a vengeful god, and the barrier held for one long moment until most of the force was burned off literally as the heat of the resistance warped the floor in front of the barrier until it began to shudder. Harry dropped to his knees while the barrier bent with him as he rapidly drew a simple figure on the ground as his blood symbol seemed to turn to ash even as he quickly started trying to stabilize it as more of the spell was redirected to leave a sudden gaping hole in the ceiling.

His counterattack while this was happening lashed out even as he felt the spell continue until his hastily fortified barrier dissipated and he was thrown back as if struck with the hand of a vengeful god, while his own spells struck back causing significant pain and damage. Harry barely managed to hop out of the shattered wall as he saw that his spells had landed and blood was flowing from Nellie even though she had managed to dodge most of his response, but the hastily conjured spikes would have defeated those used to lesser pain, and even though it looked as if the spikes should have resulted in her bleeding out enough to pass out, Perenelle only had sunk to her knees even though he could see the grimace on her face from the way his attack had managed to strike in several nerve loaded areas.

“I would have thought that would have killed me, but I can see that it is designed to incapacitate as it dissipates nonliving and magical barriers, and next time summoning a living meat shield would probably work best or in my case a bone shield,” Harry said panting heavily as he realized that short of the already forbidden for the duel magics at his disposal that his reserves were reduced considerably though he wanted to at least get a draw even if it was a truly underhanded method. “Still I guess I should work more on my runes since that seemed to be the most effective trick I had available. Besides I am not talking as I am distracted, but to distract you while I gather one last push.”

Perenelle looked at him as she could tell that her buster had left him drained magically as if popping out NEWT strength spells in succession, but Nellie didn’t smile to show how impressed she was with his showing at his age. He could have done better, but her own reserves were coasting down where she would need a potent restorative draught before continuing testing his minions before her plans for them later today. She could feel his last response building slowly as he barely had enough left to cast a levitation charm without drawing power and his muscles were strained from the force of her strike as his shield had converted a good portion of the battering to smack him as it had.

Lightning seemed to spark around him, and she barely had time to curse before his spikes acted as lightning rods as the stream of electricity jumped to her like a lightning rod before it danced between them as her body was lit up like a twisted Jacob’s ladder. It hurt like hell as she sunk to her knees even as Harry dropped to one knee as his eyes glittered with blood lust, and she knew that she would have lost without the stipulations to not use his companions’ abilities or any of the magic his necromantic abilities facilitated. Still he had a ways to go, as the initial clash should have decided it though Harry could do with some polishing that Filius would provide once he saw the potential there.

“Nice distraction, and it hurt like Hell, but we both know that with different terms it would be different,” Nellie gasped as his lightning danced too close to one of her erogenous zones and the whole lot made her have to ride the lightning as it turned from pain to pleasure causing a growl at how it was likely Harry would be capable of controlling the effect of a pain curse to be very enjoyable. “At least you didn’t win by playing to your advantage or cheating in ways that normally couldn’t be told. Still you have improved and you should be proud, but you still have a few years before you will be able to deal with the more formidable duelers though Filius likely won’t let you in the youth league, as you would be like dropping a dragon in with puffskins. Now give me a moment and heal yourself as well. I wish to see how your lovers have developed, and you should really work on your runes as it is your legacy.”

Panting as he settled down to watch the girls get their evaluation while Perenelle began to down a very vile smelling potion, Harry thought over how things had been going so far as he felt hungry as if they had been going all out for hours instead of however long it had been, and his using blood runes while helping to last had drained some of his reserves as well, but he hadn’t really tapped into the storage on his stone since he didn’t have that many quick to cast sets memorized. It was something he resolved to correct later in the day especially as it did seem that he had inherited the Potter talent for runes and symbolic magic, but he hadn’t gone for the extremely dangerous second unlocked form of his primary focus. The larger weapon state would cost subtle magic in exchange for unleashing spells that would normally drain even his reserves quickly, but there was a time for subtlety and a time when there was no such thing as overkill such as using an Incendio that more resembled a dragons breath instead of the simple igniting flame that would be used to light a camp fire.

Thinking back in detail, it hadn’t been that bad so far, as he wasn’t downing medical potions or needing to drain pints or worse of blood to use that to heal at an even more rapid pace. Still the morning started with brutal lessons for the necromancers and Dora from Perenelle, but she had earned her title as the Witch of Legend for a reason, and anyone around Harry would need to either be a stay at home plaything or know how to fight with most likely both being common. Watching how even Hermione and Alice were quickly crushed in comparison, Harry didn’t feel that bad though there was part of him wondering how they had won so many times before if one witch no matter how talented treated them as if they were only as skilled and prepared as their peers.

“Oh that was brutal,” Harry muttered as Dora was struck with a curse that audibly shattered some bones, but she grimaced through the pain and morphed them back to functioning. “Now that is the resolve that my girls have. Still this lets me see how we would fair against someone really good though it doesn’t help to be so proud that one doesn’t keep improving. At least my bruised ribs didn’t need a potion to fix. Our problem is when things become impossible to dodge that we have to switch to shielding and those spells tend to pierce magical as well as physical barriers with equal efficiency even the layered walls can be breached.”

While the life of a living sex pet wouldn't be unpleasant, they would worry about their master on some level even though considering how well in comparison Harry faired when fighting fair that their lord likely would mow down most wizards even in mass unless the curse breakers in the legendary range showed up. In an unfair fight, Harry likely would eviscerate most modern magicals unless it was sufficiently numerous combatants, as it seemed he was inclined to area affect curses amongst other things. There were exceptions such as those in the upper end of the power or dueling bell curve, but those in that range were closer to walking forces of nature when they let loose.

His own magical enhancements would allow him to match the speed of trained Aurors, Hit Wizards and possibly rookie Unspeakables, but Harry was still growing into his potential even though if he pushed into the real abilities of necromancy such as the blood magic then he could be even faster and responsive than before. Already, they had seen Harry and Nellie moving as if they were blurs while the rest of them were as slow as if they were moving through thick viscous gel instead of air, but so far, neither had created sonic booms in speed even though dragons were capable of supersonic flight speeds. Nellie was able to form spell strings that would press even their dueling master of a charms master, but Harry was beginning to get a feel for how to chain individual spells into a greater whole even though he was panting from pushing himself even as he watched Nellie scale back to just pushing their limits after downing a restorative draught.

Several spells normally taught at a higher level to allow normal wizards and witches to develop suitable reserves already had been used from summoning, banishing, bludgeoning, redactors and minor conjuration like the Avis spell, and in traditional magic Nellie came out ahead, but it was closer when they added blades to their sparring sessions. Even Dora was faster than a typical witch was and even squibs could use the minor amount of unable to be used to cast magic to push their body as vampires and blood mages used blood to augment their already enhanced abilities. Harry was able to push his magic and his body more since he had sacrificed a master vampire to craft his blood stone, and even Dora would be able to use more than the regular token amounts that didn’t require sacrifices normally, but their bodies were designed to have a denser more magic rich blood even though the stone allowed Harry to store even more as a secondary reserve to tap into when needed.

Even with all of that, he was barely recovered by the time that Nellie had finished her reevaluation of them, and he barely was able to blink before being asked to leave or was it the girls asked to stay a bit longer for some private discussions. Either way, Harry found himself outside the room with the door locked and at least half warded to keep from being disturbed. Considering he felt hungry as hell as if he had been his younger self struggling to outrun Dudley’s less whale like fellow bullies, Harry didn’t mind the momentary separation from his minions, and it was likely that whatever they wanted to talk about fell into the girl talk category. He may have been able to sift through their memories with impunity and no restriction in his doing so was possible even with Occlumency, but some things fell firmly into what man was not supposed to know such as the colors that do not exist, what their cycles felt like let alone giving birth.

Before he knew it, he felt hands encircle him and a decidedly feminine form press into his body, and taking a whiff of her particular scent, Harry knew it was Sophie molding her curves against his body. He hadn’t realized how hard Nellie had been pushing him until he really took mental note of the state he was in after watching how his girls had faired against her. It was a good thing that he didn’t have anything requiring too much magic because while his body felt the ache and need for food there was a decidedly stronger feeling of overstretching his magic as while he was advanced for his age there was plenty of space for his reserves to grow into as he matured.

“Thanks, Sophie, I needed that,” Harry said with a drawn out sigh as he felt her presence slowly refilling some of his reserves as she ran her hands over his body while feeling her body’s warmth and responses against his back. “I guess that I do have a long way to go despite what I have all done so far. Still that was almost more tiring than anything I have done before, but I suppose I have been playing too much to be in top form even though it has been fun and something I must have needed or felt the hunger to have. Maybe I could have done better but the terms of our fight did limit me somewhat.”

“Glad to help, and not just because you are sexy and I enjoy feeling you against and as often as possible inside me,” Sophie purred rubbing her head against his as her hands began a more naughty exploration of his body. “Still watching you go at it like that was exciting, and while I wasn’t in the fights, I did tend the girls a bit more than you, but I am sorry for not tending you except for the fact that you are almost irresistible to be around. I think mistress would have been a bit annoyed if we were so wrapped up in letting our excitement distract us from watching. Now I am going to do something about this and then we can get something to eat, and not another protest as I can feel how worked up you are and I need something to calm me down as well considering you had to get all of us hot and bothered fighting like that.”

Harry didn’t protest and soon his back was against the wall for support as Sophie helped lower his tension while soothing her own. He felt better with it oddly making him feel less drained, but Sophie was soon pressed against him again with her lips hovering over his. Sophie’s attempt to be almost on top if only while they were upright was cut off by their stomachs growling, and they shared a heated kiss before laughing and heading towards where the food would be this time of day.

It had broken the tension, and both had realized that just going at it until Sophie was bouncing in his arms was not going to help them go through the day even though watching their combat test did get their blood pumping. Still Harry did return being pressed into the wall and nuzzled her neck before taking a nip and letting his hands wander until Sophie shuddered and felt better after a directly caused release even though she had felt her body shudder in pleasure when she had helped lessen the strain and arousal from watching his women show how far they had come.

As they made their way towards where their noses could tell there was fresh and steaming hot food, they saw a rather bouncy redhead walking towards them almost as if looking for at least one of them. As seemed to be the case in this household, the sexy girl was in minimalistic clothing that would easily get out of the way when playing, and both of them were still feeling the other hunger even though they knew they needed to get some food so that they didn’t cut short their between obligation repast. That the gorgeous young woman wouldn’t mind either playing with her only made both of them smile at her as she drew near even though Harry was feeling his growling stomach screaming at him more than the lower ache of need.

While the bit of a taste he had from Sophie had helped perk him up as he knew her own sampling had made the need to play be more of an immediate need right now to as soon as possible, Susan just like her aunt Amy could stir up a dead man to be as randy as a Billy goat smelling a doe. Still he had managed not to take more than a sip with that nip, even though he had burned a bit of blood and would rather restore his levels instead of depleting some from his stone. At least he wasn’t stumbling and using Sophie as a walking aid though he could smell that she would want to be desert if not have a romp once their bellies were full of food to soon be partially worked off in some pleasurable ways.

Already sniffing his way towards the food with a direct heading that would make a bloodhound jealous, Harry wasn’t surprised when he inhaled a particularly pleasant smell that made him wonder how lunch would turn out considering his pets were staying back with Nellie for who knew how long. At least they were recovered from their own testing even though seeing their passionately fighting and competing had made him feel the urge to reward the winner and console the looser of each match though Nellie would have had issues with her testing if he had done that. Still he was feeling a bit wound up from all of that and the girl walking up smelled so good that even if his pets didn’t show up it would be two for desert at the least.

“Hello Harry,” Susan said after giving him a somewhat worried look as he had finished what looked like it had been a brutal session with Perenelle even though he had the gorgeous woman they had met earlier hanging off him. “Hello Sophie, I take it that your lessons went well today then, and I can understand why you push yourself, but do you have to always seem to overdo it? I know that you seem to have more stamina and recover at an almost godly rate, but it is not as if we have the dangers of being an Auror or Hit Wizard for almost a decade to consider. Other things would be dangerous, but I kind of doubt you plan to go off to a dragon preserve or something like a few of the upper years complained Charley Weasley did. Now I would have thought that the rest would be with you since you are all getting lessons, so where are the others then?”

“They are talking with Nellie for a bit, but I don’t know how long they will be as there were looks involved, and we were both on our way to get some food,” Harry said as Sophie took the opportunity to return the nibbles he had given her before. “We weren’t really overdoing it until the end, but that is the problem we competitive people have as we hate to lose though accept that it will happen despite our wishes at times. I do know that I shouldn’t have to deal with those types of dangers for years, but some won’t care that we are young and take the opportunity to cause problems. Do you really think that the people your aunt mutters about would care if you were one or seventeen? Sadly my survival has made being ahead of the game a priority as there are those wondering how I survived and will see fighting me as a challenge that they must do, and there are plenty of suspected Death Eaters that would want to finish what their lord started. Thankfully, they seem inclined to wait which gives me time to prepare for so many issues, but I doubt any of us wants to talk shop as Amy would say, and we could use some company while we eat.”

The look Harry gave Susan had her heart pounding and she readily agreed to join them. Their meal started off normally as Harry and Sophie were hungry for a number of reasons, but Sophie had been working and helping repair the room after the somewhat one sided beat downs though watching them had appealed to that primal part seeking a strong mate as even in defeat Harry managed to win in a way. Susan was not like some girls and knew that if she splurged on food that following her aunt’s advice in fitness would convert the food to muscle and energy, but considering the food didn’t seem to go anywhere bad yet helped her curves grow a bit more into a nicely womanly shape to match her already eye catching breasts. Things would be interesting if Hannah was here, but she was having a bit of a lie in as they were not having grueling training while here though some exercise happened anyways.

Soon enough Susan had noticed the hungry looks both were giving her and each other, and it wasn’t that shocking to be moved from sitting at the table to being on top of it. Any resistance or thoughts of doing this elsewhere ended when Harry’s tongue touched her heated flesh, and her mouth opened in feigned protest was muffled by a nicely soaking wet pussy descending to her face. They moved about and she could feel that Sophie was sucking Harry as he lapped at her pussy while her tongue was buried into the flowing flower of Sophie.

Her head spun and she was lost in the moment until she felt her face no longer being drowned with juices, but caught in a searing kiss as she traded tongues and treats with Sophie before she moaned as Harry slipped into her prepared sex. Having barely slipped down from her earlier orgasms, Susan quickly slipped back into clenching and coming on his cock while their hands roamed her body and her proud tits were toyed with in ways that made her gap and groan into Sophie’s attached mouth. That mouth slipped down to her pussy within moments of Harry slipping out before it was presented to her to suck on greedily.

Susan felt the approval from Sophie as Harry after popping out of her mouth saddled down and into her smoothly thanks to how lubricated both of them were. After screaming her head off coming, Harry lifted and moved Sophie while he was still in her until her mouth was silenced with both of them in tongue range. After finishing with Sophie, Susan felt Harry slide out before she accepted him into her mouth and almost pouted when he withdrew before moving until he slid into her while Sophie continued lapping at her sex though no longer writhing her tongue inside while she returned the favor as Harry worked them both over to such delicious pleasurable heights.

Eventually Susan was solely underneath Harry and being driven into as the table rocked while Sophie was next to her toying with her and leaving her to scream out as she came frequently and potently from their attention. They did pay attention to her breasts that were acting very sensitive with their mouths suckling as their hands roamed her already appreciable curves and while her ass was less responsive than Hannah’s pert and round backside, Susan found that in addition to the spankings the soothing rubbing that normally came after the sting felt almost as good on its own. She could tell that he had been holding back in his earlier releases and Susan could feel those weighty balls swinging against her flushed ass cheeks, and then as she started to drift between plateau and climax almost constantly, he finally came fully as her arms and legs pulled him to her as he flowed into her as their orgasms blended together. As for Sophie, she ground against Susan’s twitching thighs and left them soaked since they stopped letting their hands tease her as well.

His hands held her to him as he lifted her off the slightly drenched table and settled her down onto the floor before her arms and legs slackened though Susan held tight to him inside while Sophie slunk to the ground next to him pouting as he had pulled her mouth off Susan’s other nipple. Looking down there was a bulge where Harry had flooded her, and Sophie was amazed that Susan hadn’t let any out of her body considering she could see the spasms as the girl dragged out his pleasure while enjoying her slow descent from the divine orgasm she had just experienced.

Harry slid out of her and Susan gobbled him down while she took a moment to lick his balls before going to where she could smell his copious amount of cum was now available. It had been a fun bit of post lunch desert even though she could do with a bit more even though the younger Susan was definitely fucked out and going to need to recover for a while. Still after feeling both their tongues and Harry alternating in giving their nice and tingling snatches a good ride, Sophie realized that he had barely done more than rub and massage their ass cheeks let alone give them a reaming that left them blank eyed submissive feeling women. She could understand as he had a tutorial and they normally fed down from their studying with Mistress anyways though normally he didn’t cum inside just one of them or even give one as much attention as he had Susan, but she wasn’t minding, as it had been fun for her as well.

“Hey, Sophie can you keep Susan from getting into trouble while I go to the lesson with Nick?” Harry asked her as he saw Susan was spent from the lunch fun even though he was wondering where the girls were and his current playmate was barely nursing after the nooner they had just the three of them. “I don’t know what are keeping the rest of them, but Nellie did say something about special lessons for them at times. She really should have said it was going to be a while and that I would be dealing with Nick in a one on one tutorial. Still it would have been nice to know it was the same day that she planned to push my limits as well as show why Nellie earned her name.”

“Sure, sir, I definitely don’t mind, and I must say that I can see why normally the girls take turns as it looks like you were using an injector to stuff a turkey with how much you left inside,” Sophie said while her hand was scooping inside Susan who barely moaned from treating her like a bear scooping out a bee hive of honey. “Still I’m tingling and I have gotten used to being played with here and back with Lela. I guess it is a good thing that Susan and her friend were not in on the lessons as they have a way to go to learn some of the more ancient aspects of witchcraft. There was a reason that Hogwarts said it was a school of witchcraft and wizardry as there used to be a difference, but most magic now is barely there in comparison. Sure there is runes and Arithmancy which relates to warding and enchanting, but there used to be a reason to study astronomy for the older and now restricted magics.”

“See that is the problem I was worried about having before that Nellie helped explain to me,” Harry said as Susan pouted as he tried to slide out of her mouth. “I could have rendered Susan here more thoroughly mindless as a puppet or more enchanted than the Allure or Amortentia could do, but those things tend to ruin the intellect and personality. Maybe I should have tried to explain things, but I think Nellie told them about my issues before.”

“True, Mistress did tell us about some of it, but not all of it, and I know better than to mention private things you wouldn’t want Susan here to know,” Sophie said as she tried not to laugh at the glazed and utterly docile look on the girls face. “Still you should be off as master did want you to likely go more in depth than before about his art. I can keep Susan busy until your lessons are done, and if I suspect what Mistress is teaching hat I think she is then it is a good thing you only had a nooner with Suz here. Now hurry before you are late no matter how much I would have liked to be driven to the same state as she is in now.”

“Thanks Sophie for doing that for me, and I will make it up to you later,” Harry said before giving her a quick kiss for him that left her giving him that smile as she felt like he had just played her body like a fiddle coming as he wished. “Besides, Lela would pout if I didn’t give you a seeing too while I can, but you are very pleasant to be with though I doubt I will take you away from here since you obviously enjoy Nellie so much. It wouldn't be fair to both of you though I think we can arrange times to stay acquainted if you want.”

“I definitely want that, sir, and you are right that I am happy with my Mistress even though I would like to see you with both of them,” Sophie purred as she settled back to scooping more of his offering out of Susan’s stretched wide pussy. “If you weren’t due for your tutorial I would like to spend a few hours with you driving me out of my mind with those techniques of yours, sir. A nooner is nice but a proper romp would be wonderful, and by then Susan here should be recovered enough to play again. She is a tasty bite isn’t she? Still I would love to be able to have the time to be as spent as she is, but the practice does let a girl get better at achieving and appreciating orgasms, and I do feel for those poor women that have never felt the real thing by having the lackluster sex that they do.”

“I can understand that and I don’t plan to ever be a man that acts like that even though calling someone like that a man seems wrong to me, but I do have to go though I will have to take a rain check for later, and I would love to spend a few hours making you call my name even if it is just foreplay,” Harry said giving Sophie a slight caress tilting her now cum dripping mouth from her searching in Susan face to look at him. “My own issues aside, I find watching your faces contorting in rapture when you cum and the harder the better, but I will see you later and you will definitely enjoy it, Sophie. Now have fun with Susan and enjoy some more of both your treats, while I will see you lovelies later.”

The look of rapture as Sophie savored her treat made Harry feel the sense of satisfaction that he enjoyed even if it was not the same as succeeding in academic challenges or how he suspected that his lovers saw him when he succeeded in other challenges. He had to admit that these situations had utterly cured him of most of the issues from his childhood save his issue with needing to be in control, and it was not as if his lovers minded his being in charge. Still he had his obligations, duties and responsibilities in addition to the privileges and benefits, and his tutorials were a bit of both.

He had to admit that the time at some points seemed wasted until he realized there was no useless knowledge, and hoped that whatever it was building too would be as impressive as his other efforts were resulting in providing him. Harry knew that Professor Flitwick was very familiar with his mum and that they had dueled frequently enough that he would want to keep his practice up once he returned to Hogwarts. As it was, he had seen some of the practical applications and read on the theories enough to grasp some from his earlier dueling with Nellie, but a skilled opponent would push both higher though Fleur had let him practice with her while not otherwise occupied, and he had to admit that she was good though there were many above their skill level at this time. It was something else to work on, as it was not as if his enemies would practically deliver themselves in bows to be cut down like rotted vines.

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After saying goodbye to the recovering girls, Harry made his way until he entered the room where Nick had been giving his tutorials, and he tried not to glare at the old alchemist as he could have told him about things. Still it could be Nellie springing a surprise considering other factors and that the girls had a much harder time of it than he did. His progression physically was further along, and he suspected that there were other reasons that his stamina had been boosted past where their current state was. As it was, Harry did hope that today was the day that they really started going into depth about alchemy, or at least somewhat on the topic instead of the prerequisites in potions he had been tested on, which was likely to see what he needed to know so that he could grasp the nuances of Nick’s art.

Thinking on what he had researched as what people called alchemy both magical, muggle and some from his primer, Harry did understand that alchemy was likely as complex as his own art, which seemed more detailed than the other core choices that Hogwarts currently offered. It was slightly disconcerting that while Dumbledore had dumbed down the curriculum even more that previous headmasters and ministers had made choices to restrict information, but it was possibly better that than Grindelwald, Dumbledore or Voldemort having access to the terrifying godlike magic of the past. Some magic users had been considered gods and some were still by the muggles, but Harry was fairly certain that besides the long departed Fae especially the Sidhe from the Celtic times there were beings capable of dwarfing the current greatest wizards of the age easily.

Oddly, alchemy seemed to be a contradiction depending on whom one asked on it, but that might be because muggles had shifted from it to chemistry with a search that there were units of particular things that became atoms. Some muggles thought it was that the Philosophers Stone was necessary to turn lead into gold, but Nick had already mentioned that it turned base metals into gold, while hinting that it did far more than just that or producing the elixir of life. He had thought on that and wondered if permanent alteration and with the potions aspect that it was the magical equivalent of the full depth of chemistry when applied to material where Arithmancy was closer to the mathematical physics of magic as it described how magic and reality related to each other.

“Hello, Harry, I take it from the look on your face that Nellie didn’t tell you she planned to teach your apprentices and servant some of the proper things and magics every witch needed to know especially after what looks like a very exhausting lesson,” Nick said with a look that showed he was amused at the antics of his wife even after more than half a millennium together. “I suppose it is for the best as I think you now have the grasp on potions and some other fields to understand a proper introduction to alchemy instead of simplifying it to the point of gross inaccuracy like saying all charms are spells without explaining what makes a charm unique. I know that it has been a bit of a tedious period, but without the proper background Alchemy is even more convoluted than dueling strategies can be. Now let’s start with what you think you know the art is about, and I will go into more depth of what it really is in comparison.”

Harry was glad that he had recently contemplated this, and his nooner with both Susan and Sophie had let his mind drift a bit while he did succeed in leaving Susan boneless and delirious with Sophie just drained enough to clean her up pleasantly. Where to begin in describing alchemy as he knew it, and why did he think that there was more to this than it seemed at first, were some things he contemplated before going over what little he knew about the exotic field of study. His mind flicked through the conflicting descriptions and even what his systematically hidden book contained on the matter.

“Alchemy is a contradiction if you look at what it is described as doing as well as what the supposedly historic reasons for its achievements were as well as what they resulted in doing,” Harry said as he pieced together both the muggle history and what little had remained in the supposedly massive collection of Hogwarts that he had looked into upon realizing what the stone he had found really was. “Some sources seem to think solely of the philosopher’s stone and the way it can change base metal to gold, but why would one do that in the first place as it is the scarcity of gold at this point and not its properties that makes it valuable. As it became chemistry for the non-magical, alchemy likely explains why things relate to each other as well as how they interact and change. Is it changing lead into gold or understanding how it changes that is important? Transfiguration has a normally finite time limit without being maintained, and there are Gamp’s laws as much as I suspect they are guidelines for how transforming magic would work. Some of my research made it sound as if turning metal or other things into gold was simple, and when taking into account chemistry and atoms one would just have to rearrange the make up to change something into something else, but is that what transfiguration does or is it magic shifting and twisting space and mater to give the appearance of the change. One of the fictional works I have run across mentioned alchemy as a science and that of change where if one understands what something is, what something could be and how to get there to be able to change matter from one type as well as shape to another. There was also some things that sounded like potions, but they were with a level of purified components that makes me think potions to chemistry with very impure solutions so that most is junk or byproducts of the sought after reaction.”

Nick looked at him in interest as some of that was what he expected and others made him wonder if muggles had dreamed a closer understanding of things than they imagined. Oh, he knew the stone wasn’t the pinnacle of alchemy, but the process to its creation was the journey of discovery and change as one learned about the truth of one’s self as well as the very essence of their being. The Truth of Existence, the Truth of Self, the Process of Enlightenment, and the Creation of the True Realization were what it was all about in the end, but Alchemy was a careful mix of practical and philosophical understanding like all arts were in some ways. The Realization of the Truth was a heady concept, but how to explain such a profound thing that was more central to the understanding of alchemy and how it related to everything in ways that muggle philosophy would merge with physics to describe reality and how it worked gave Nick a momentary shudder at how disgusting the separation of philosophy from the so called hard sciences was to him.

“It is complicated but you have touched on something that requires a little more basis to explain that to just use summarized concepts to identify things,” Nick said with a sigh as he wished he hadn’t been talked into this, but given that Harry had a bloodstone hanging around his neck then he might get the concepts if he put them in a similar framework, while he avoided being fed to the boy’s stone or it possibly eating his precious. “Alchemy is based on essences. The essence of the material, spiritual, mental and magical world, and while it differs from the atomic theory that science has embraced there is more to the world than they know about currently, but they likely will grasp more of it as they turn their dreams of discovery into reality. Something that Albus seems to not remind people was that when he was younger the works of Jules Verne were so fantastical to be unimaginable, and yet subs now cruise under the oceans as well as men stepping foot on the moon. The basic premise of alchemy is essences and their purification to seek the truth of existence amongst other things. It is more a traditional science where philosophies and ideas are experimented with as well as practical applications to the understanding one gains from discoveries. Truth is an elusive thing, and that worthless brat that tried to steal my stone would tell you that it is a precious thing that has to be safeguarded by a vanguard of lies, but you understand that some truths are neither pretty nor helpful at present. The Truth I sought was to understand the world around me as the wizards over my lifetime have merely continued to use magic without understanding it similarly to how early builders worked with what they had before they began to seek answers to things thereby discovering what is now called mathematics and the beginnings of how math and the world define each other.”

Harry looked at him as he though over what he had said, and he had to admit that the muggles were at least trying to understand the world around them while wizards seemed to only care if a spell, potion, or other piece of magic worked relatively repetitively and reliably without really caring how it did so outside some rune and Arithmancy explorers. Even they were barely beginning to grasp more of things than they had with their originally too complex and intensive math. All arts and sciences were fundamentally about how one relates to the world around them as well as how one understands that same world, and the sciences attempt to quantify and detail the rules and relations of the world, while the arts express the relations.

Nick was aware of that and that all sciences were arts but not all arts were sciences, and Harry was a curious mix of both in his approach to his arts from what he had seen, but magic had a long way to go before it could grasp reality as clearly as it once had. He was old enough to have heard the old tales of the powers that once walked the world like Titans and when magic users human and otherwise were almost godlike in their power, but the Fae were either gone or left as miserable shadows of their former power and glory, and wizards had allowed their need for stability to create the ministries who regulated until magic users were almost squibs compared to those days. When he was young the elders had still been better than either Dumbledore currently with wandless magic, but he didn’t believe the pureblood rhetoric that muggleborns were stealing magic from purebloods, and Nick suspected that the education was designed to render the population weaker and easier to be controlled by the leadership and elites.

Harry was a walking enigma from what he had seen as he harkened back to the older times, and Nick could see that change was coming and more so than the rumors of prophecies that his erstwhile former apprentice and assistant was aware of having been made. He had seen what a black necromancer could do, and that particular one took advantage of Nundu running rampant as well as muggle diseases spreading like wildfire with the Church having consigned casts to drowning and burning those that kept them for witchcraft. Without wards, domestic cats and dogs hunting vermin removed them, their diseases, and the loss of food they created, and the Black Plague was a combination of those three things that along with other reasons decimated the muggles. He had little concern considering that muggles were cheap thieving bastards at the time as the Blacks gained their current workers, and they bought plenty of former uppity muggles after the wandering Black had been stiffed of the gold he had earned.

Looking at him as well as what he knew of him from interactions and from the Goblins, Nick didn’t doubt that Harry could do that and more, but the sleeping presence that he had was terrifying as he had read records of what the necromancers before Rome had been capable of from the Egyptians who had delved into the soul creating those retched cheats that had more of a price than just completely cold blooded murder. He suspected that the Master that the House of Li was sworn to serve was one of those that like Harry harkened back to a time when wands and other focuses were nonexistent and thus to control their power the wizards of that age did so directly if less subtly or lacking the finesse of wands. It had been before his time, but whoever it was that had gained their allegiance in their entirety had to be very special, and while Harry was special as he seemed more natural at necromancy than any other that Nick had seen in his life even the bastard that had almost decided to graft his stone to him as with a little preparation would have made a bloodstone that contained the crystalized essence of his life and magic along with a suitably horrifying amount of fellow sacrifices.

Nick closed his eyes for a moment as he pushed all of the terror that he had right before the first meeting that had only been increased when Harry admitted he was of House Black and Potter especially becoming head of both houses. While some of the families had overcome their heritage and the predisposition of their blood, the Blacks were often enough sadistic to the point that if Harry took after them as much as he thought than if they were to harm his families then the sort of savagery that the Titans had used during their reign before the Greek Pantheon had taken over. If only they hadn’t gone so far to maintain their rule, they would not have had the same insurrection, and with Harry being as charismatic as well as his alluring aura there was less chance of that happening especially with the group of women around him.

Following the difficulty in fighting down that the man in front of him could physical and magically slaughter him as if he was an insignificant speck, Nick was followed by the thoughts of how unfair it was again that Harry had such luck with women and even the relatively free and available Amelia and her two young yet equally sexy guests allowed him more luxuries and freedoms in sating his own desires with their body than Nick was allowed. Oh, he had such sex with his wife and their servants often enough to enjoy it, but his first time with Nellie had enraged her with his sloppiness that she returned the favor, but somehow Harry managed to have removed the discomfort even without having learned the charms his trip to Greece had granted him. Still in his movements and that he was Marquis Noir, Harry was a dominant who knew how to bring pleasure and pain in a way that it would not be resisted and have the women begging for more.

He was well aware of how Nellie had been after her time with her master, and Nick doubted that if that man had asked her to that she would have hesitated at the joy of even suicide let alone anything else. Harry likely could compel most people to smile with rapture as he flayed them alive before carving them up like a fat hog to the slaughter, and yet Nick found the ease that the man if not in years before him had readily gained several of his own servants as well as his wife to defect to warm his bed than Nick’s own room sized comfortable as well as decadently enjoyable bed. Ok, so he was more irritable that Harry was tapping their asses literally, while he was lucky not to be left alone since it seemed that Nellie had not been exaggerating that a necromancer had the stamina of a dragon especially with hours of mating times.

The image of the times Nick walked on Nellie orgasming in ways that agonized him that she had never come that hard or repetitively for him was almost making his blood boil, but he just had to think of more pleasant matters such as it seemed for what mercy it was that Harry wasn’t like some of the servants that Nellie enjoyed watching even though she had no care in what they were doing as long as she could watch or be in on the fun with whoever. Nick didn’t have to feel constantly belittled considering that Harry was already full grown for most, but if he didn’t know any better given that his pet metamorphmagus was a Black that he might have some minor talents in that field as well besides the odd blood magic that his condition allowed that normally required one to be a vampire or imbued with the particular aspects of the magic in their blood.

Shuddering at the image of Harry with a ridiculously giant intimidating arousal aimed at his own yet thankfully not violated by his wife in a pissed off mood backside, Nick tried not to dwell on blood magic as most of those users were almost as bad as some of the nastier types, and they had sacrificed a good sized village or most of them to create the stone. Harry’s information and understanding of potions was at least NEWT level if not higher, and it was a shame to waste his and their time at Hogwarts, but they had learned over the years that Albus was a meddlesome brat, and keeping under his gaze until they could curtail any retaliation just made sense to his life experience. Thankfully, Harry didn’t seem prone to fall into the trap that potion brewers as well as masters had such as that rather blaze and detrimental boy that was Albus’s spy or so he claimed more than a decade back during his trial. Potions did differ from alchemy, and the two had never gotten along similar to any philosophical opposites.

Potion masters learned much on the preparation and reaction of reagents while the alchemists studied to distill and purify the essences that caused the characteristics that they wanted, and that was the least of their disagreements. Unfortunately, potions was easier to understand while alchemy had much more predictable results where brewing certain potions was not just in the preparation but each step and altering the official recipes by trial and error. Harry had some of his parents journals that he was going over with their collection, but it seemed that Lily was as brilliant as she was both gorgeous and deadly, and Nick could almost swear that her son was the male equivalent as he pushed down more of his irrational loathing that Harry had his entire damn house willing to serve him even though he reeked of power and command.

Looking over, Harry had been going through his own revelations at both what he had said and some other insights of his own, and for that Nick was grateful even though his nightmares were haunted by what this man monster in front of him could become with the wrong stimulation, but so far his erstwhile once friend had managed not to totally destroy Harry’s connection to the world. Why Albus would almost forge what should have been the scion of a noble and ancient while mostly light aligned house into a martyr was not something he wanted to dwell on as since Nellie heavily used Legilimency and other tricks when dueling that Harry likely would be able to pierce his shields with ease. His few times trying that on the few proper necromancers he had met over the centuries didn’t end well, but Harry did seem more like that if not their even more terrifyingly potent ancient form than the modern hacks that at best could control a vampire and place incorporeal beings inside recently vacated shells. They could still animate multiple bodies, but Harry already had raised a Black Skeleton let alone multiple companions where even the proper ones he knew of rarely had more than one close familiar while having a decent band of blood-enhanced protectors.

He had let his mind drift, but considering that the killing fields of the current age were even more massive than the ones in the previous wars since before his time, Nick was well aware that Harry could if he had the resolve go into those slaughter grounds and with the collective misery and terror raise more black skeletons or even greater vampires let alone anything else. Still he was wary of them and their entourage as those two cats reminded him of similar companions the last necromancer even somewhat near what Harry already was had and those were enhanced Nundu, and he didn’t even want to know what the rest were or could become let alone what their Animagus forms would be from their rituals altering it and their personal spirit animal. Nick had to admit that if it wasn’t for the sheer number of servants he would be going through a dry spell sexually, but like the dragons of old who spoke and had magic of their own, Harry had to be appeased while a guest, and Nick really hoped that the lessons would satisfy him so he would be elsewhere and thus not cock blocking him as the youngsters on the beach said. Hell the near infant seemed to better curl a woman’s mind and body with his tongue and he had centuries to get his techniques down, but he wouldn’t show his irritation as Harry seemed to be ready to hear more about the mystery that was alchemy, and Nick loved talking about it almost as much as the bliss his life had been because of it.

“Where potion brewing is an art as each plant and animal component as well as other materials very slightly between, an alchemist purifies and extracts specific pieces similarly to how chemists would extract the active ingredient from natural compounds while discarding the inactive parts,” Nick said with a smile as he recalled the conflicts between alchemists and the Potions Guild over the centuries and how both sides loathed the other for how they perverted the other’s art, and finally managed to squash the images of Harry hording all the women and they sleeping off their being ravished while leaving them docile and content as domesticated human sexual playthings. “It is why elixirs are more potent and replicable in exactness than potions since when brewing, you have to make adjustments to maximize potency and compensate the issues that other materials in the reagents have. Synthesizing elixirs is useful well as helping understand the process of reactions similar to the reaction tables that used to be provided with the potion curriculum at Hogwarts before the current saboteur began his infamous career decimating so many that now have a failure to understand the basics or make the necessary potions. I don’t dismiss that some alchemists preferred a proactive method of changing matter around them, but like all abilities, there is a price, and while it could do more than conjuration or transfiguration in regards to permanence the price is not worth it. Besides, it took longer to set up the necessities than waving a wand would; therefore, it became overlooked, oddly similarly to why the wand has gained its place in society.”

Harry contemplated on that as he looked into Nick’s eyes, and he tried not to groan as it seemed his passive Legilimency was getting stronger or at least the heightened emotions his current tutor was experiencing was lowering it enough for him to get some impressions if not filtering through with at least subtlety unlike Snape’s brute force haphazard method. He really should have done better job and left the fool a drooling vegetable while gaining whatever knowledge he had. Unfortunately, Harry was now fairly certain that most of the man’s claims to success were stolen from his mother, but until he had a way to neutralize Dumbledore on all of his levels, any direct retribution would be out of necessity delayed. Besides, once Lily walked the world again, his mother amongst other things had dibs since his actions and betrayals led to her death. Harry understood that Snape’s betrayal was almost as mind numbing as if Alice would betray him, and even trying to contemplate such a thing seemed impossible.

“You do use an athame as well and I have the feeling that wand isn’t a normal Ollivander utility wand or even one of the other wand makers fair,” Nick said as he looked at it in Harry’s hand as he was impressed despite himself at the resonance he felt between wizard and wand. “Regardless you would have been in worse shape if the wand wasn’t a perfect match for you as it would have taken years to get the two as compatible as you are with that one. Ollivander does a decent enough job in matching a wand to the core of his customers, and normal children have time to grow into their magic especially with most not practicing too much over the summer, but you are different in that you do practice magic far more and more potent forms than normal for your age anymore. Albus likely expected you to have an Ollivander wand, and I can guess which wand that would be given how he set such pathetic security as that Gauntlet leading to my stone. That wand would burn out if you used any of the magic you favor, but the method of casting with each is different, and as loath as I am to admit it, Potters have been the Masters of Runes for ages possibly to their beginning. Unfortunately, even I have not managed to discover all of your family’s history, but the rumors are most likely under exaggerations of what is the real case.”

Harry realized that he really should do that even if it required excessive use of his time turner go over far more of his family’s legacies and already he was strained with how in depth his parents’ journals were let alone the Potter family histories in their Grimoire. The only single book that seemed to contain more information was his religiously concealed book, but it had protections that rivaled the Grimoire from what he knew. Unfortunately, the original was behind wards at the most fortified stronghold of House Potter, but the library book connected to it had some protections similar to the Book in preventing him from learning magic before his body or pathways could survive it whole. The history was written in a most likely lost runic script with the earliest being a mix of proto-Hieroglyphics, Cuneiform and something likely the most ancient form of oriental pictograms that was the root of the languages in the lands of the many toed dragons.

It was unfortunate that even though he seemed to recognize them the more complex meanings were not apparent yet, so it was like reading a multilevel work such as most of Shakespeare’s tales or having a child’s comprehension of Jonathan Swift’s works as those stories were on the surface amusing stories while also having a particularly impressive critique of the society of the day. Since he did plan to attain his University degrees as well as complete his magical tuition, it would not do to be ignorant of classic literature, but his creativity did recognize that as every tale had a common grain of truth behind it that he could possibly recreate the lost magic of myth. Some were better not being revealed, but he suspected given what Nick had just said that anything runic or symbol crafted magic might have been House Potter’s legacy more clearly than just the wards and enchantments that he knew of already.

The pause was obviously Nick giving him time to formulate a reply, but some of his ideas flashed to the fantastic as he had no doubt that any spell could be written in both a mathematical description of its function and a runic analysis of how it gave form to the casters will as the magic became codified. Runes were words and he suspected similar to the arrays that Su had favored and mentioned showing him more about as it would complement his already noticed talent with runic spell craft, but he supposed that made more sense now that he thought on it, or how he understood what Nikki had done in her enchantments on the girl’s toys.

“I do find runes and their use to be almost intuitive, while even my minions for the most part are forced to ponder on it, but I do have a budding Rune Mistress I can correspond with,” Harry admitted after some thought. “Unfortunately, her family was wasting her talent and I decided to sponsor her. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement, but I can understand why you had so much preparatory work before even touching on the basic concepts of Alchemy. I could hear the capitals in your explanation, Nick, and there is far more to it than what people thinks as it is as much a way of life and thinking as it is a field of magic though I can see it is as much a Higher Art as my own in seeking to understand life and the world around us. It is a heady concept the Truth of Existence and the Truth of Self let alone the Process of Enlightenment and the Realization of Truth or even the Truth of Realization, and I doubt that is something that even with the additional years of experience my art has granted me indirectly that is something that does not take contemplation, soul searching and more of a sages understanding of the world than I have at this time. I know I am able to understand runes and other things in how they naturally seem to relate and react to each other, which has helped in my beginning studies of Runes, Arithmancy and Potion brewing.”

“No wonder Nellie enjoys your duels so much, Harry, as her skills in the mind arts are formidable, but I expect that pushing your limits is something you both love doing as it is in your competitive and dominating natures to do so,” Nick said as he considered what the passive Legilimency had perceived of what he had wanted to impart that seemed so difficult to put into words. “I suppose I have been neglecting some of my own skills being as safe here under the layered and reinforced wards as I have been, and it is not as if most wizards are becoming lazier as time goes on, but I can see that you are rather disgusted by your contemporaries lack of desire to be more than they are. As it is, Alchemy will be a long and tedious process while the actual creations are easier done than understood, but if you don’t understand it than it would be as dangerous as someone that is without your gift performing runes or the rituals that you have without massive preparation would experience. I have seen that the rumor is true that Potters do tend to be able to use immediate and not prepared runes in combat, but given the way that you looked before I can see that you didn’t surprise Nellie in doing so. Old age and treachery can beat youth and enthusiasm almost every time as experience and understanding that the only unfair advantage is the one your opponent has would often overcome those naïve heroic advantages.”

“While I could have experience if not suited to my body without practice, I did see that speed, stamina, and strength does not necessary dominate skill when the levels are so different, and Nellie does have the experience to crush me when we were being unfortunately fair, but I don’t doubt that both of you have some tricks up your sleeves still,” Harry admitted as he contemplated what he knew and what Nick had both shown him mentally and told him. “Would it be possible to see demonstrations of Alchemy to understand its overlooked potential, and while I am a fair hand at potions and treat the ingredients in a manner that is more akin to mathematically balancing their properties than that hack of a teacher I have to deal with at Hogwarts does making the lessons barely rote memorization with no explanations. You know I can't reveal the secrets of the stone that my art allowed me to discern without revealing my art and while lesser practitioners are hirable there is a difference in being employed in a field and inclined to understand it if not overly directed in focus.”

“Yes, my wife didn’t speak much on that but I know that you can gleam knowledge and understanding form spirits and ghosts in particular though it is possible to use those techniques on the living I suppose,” Nick said as he settled down to give a very dry bit of lore over that would likely take Harry years to full grasp much as how Su had started him in numerous philosophies especially adding those eastern ones his family had not fully added or had out of time constraint boiled down over the past few centuries. “It probably would be detrimental affecting the soul while inside the body, but Dementors do the same when they extract it from the body, and the darkest art I have heard of is similar as it tears and imbeds a fragment of the soul into a vessel. Alchemy is a deep journey to understand the world and self while its practical applications are invaluable yet most consider that the focus of my art. The same is true for the more spiritual side of your art, but each seeks to understand life.”

“The techniques would damage the mind if not leave the victim a vegetable or dead, but ripping memories out that way is far more potent than Legilimency would be,” Harry responded as he was fairly certain that while ghosts were not destroyed by the technique that a soul inside a living body was not accustomed to the same stresses as their ghost would be. “It does seem odd that modern science is ignorant of so much of reality, but I know that the soul exists as do all magical beings as it is detectable to us if not most mundane equipment. There is a physical weight to it when it leaves the body though they seem to dismiss that due to the other resulting mess when the body dies and before rigor mortis sets in. The soul affects the body and the body affects the soul or the facsimile entity using the physical shell such as some of the vermin breeds of vampires. As far as I know, the only advantage their existence has is that their graves are saturated with death energy I could harvest, but other energies are easily usable if less condensed. A bloodstone is crystalized vampire blood compress from the sacrifice of master class vampires of various breeds and not just the strange ones that seem to have migrated with Wizarding kind sequestering themselves from the rest of the world. You were going on about the original purpose of alchemy, I believe.”

“Right you are, Harry, but it is important to realize that Alchemy has limits as does any form of magic or science and there are rules that the universe follows that we barely can see the basic ideas of them,” Nick continued as he decided to appeal to his more muggle focused studies to explain this and the history of alchemy better. “The atom was a Greek concept as the smallest essence of a physical thing to be purely indivisible, but this has been proven wrong for a little over a few generations as the subatomic particles were discovered, and scientists seek to find that truthfully fundamental particle from which all matter is made. That did explain how alchemic transmutations worked as changing a fundamental essence to another should have taken more energy than it does while even chemists know that rearranging the atoms is easier than altering them completely. Still the essence of things is a truth though there is more to it than we thought when I was your age, but while technology has issues around strong magic some of science still shows as alchemy no matter how diluted influenced the creation of chemistry, which I believe you and Hermione at least are interested in pursuing as well though I expect you to also properly train to oversee all the businesses you have inherited and now acquired.”

“True, understanding how chemicals react has its uses and spells likely have a simpler explanation once I understand both sides far enough, but while I do plan to keep dealing with the financial empire I had dropped in my lap and forged with my work, I do not plan to be an accountant or lawyer as it would take far too much time from my family and house,” Harry said as the one thing he loathed agreeing with Vernon was that taxes and duties were too complex not to be misappropriated and otherwise little more than a way for bloated bureaucracies to achieve greedy hording of wealth. “I will need to know enough to tell when my subordinates and trusted advisors try something without forcing them under Verisiterum or violating their minds too frequently, and using runic enslavement sets are not a path I would think best to ever be known to do. Just enough to avoid being cheated and make the overall decisions while the minions deal with the details should work out, and it is not as if you or I would enjoy micromanaging the entirety of our households. I think my greatest dread is gaining a minion that requires too much detail almost like a complete puppet needing to be ordered to bathe, use the bathroom, and eat when I have other things to do.”

“Yes, I have seen such once upon a time and it is like keeping the most attention needing pet in the world,” Nick said as he recalled the few times he encountered that level of a submissive and he wouldn't wish that on anyone even this boy who was cock blocking him and probably cuckolding him on some level as well though thankfully his wife was not chaining him while he watched her cry in ways he had never managed to make her do even in their centuries together as that would be hellish. “Now let us go into some more details as you have a jump on things even practical from your own artifact or is it artifacts. Either way, let us begin with the beginning and the reason for the search for the truth. Unlike some beings, humanity is plagued by the need to know and understand the world around us and our place in it. To answer the basic five questions in relation to our existence, why are we here, who made us, what is our purpose, when did we become more than just wild animals, and how do we deal with not being simple beasts anymore? Every beast or being struggles with knowing our place in life and what our purpose is, while even ants form a society to dwell in it. Now while this does not relate directly to how alchemy is used to create or change compounds, the philosophy helps one understand the effects this art has in how one responds and relates to the world.”

With that began a relatively dense discussion of the philosophical basis of Alchemy and what the reason behind the discoveries it made was. To realize the perfection of being was the highest goal that most reached for, but the Truth of Existence or even Reality was something mortal mind had difficulty grasping in any real manner similar to understanding the grains of sand on a beach, the real number of stars in the sky or other such actions where the mind boggled at the scale involved. The atom had been the beginning of understanding a unique essence of particular materials and that one could separate them down to that point. While chemists eventually derived the table of elements, which allowed for inferences in how any given element would react and relate to other matter, alchemists had since most had sufficient magic related to how energy could transform one atom or group of atoms into different things.

Changing lead into gold was quite simple as even science could rearrange the atoms or trick it into being in another form like most temporary transfigurations did, but there was a reason you could not conjure gold or food with simple transfiguration basis as all transfigurations without an enchantment to make the permanent eventually reverted, and in the case of food the atoms the food had formed vanished in a very painful manner. Oddly, Harry had stumbled upon a method to conjure lasting food, but all the other things had driven it from his mind once he had ready access to sustenance. Gold could not be conjured due to its magical properties though it could absorb many enchantments though other metals worked better and it was far too soft for most purposes. Technology could fabricate gold at a sufficient level, but mortal magicians lacked the reality violating level of power to conjure gold though the practically lost art of transmutation could achieve permanent changes like that.

Nick knew that as a Necromancer and able to detect the energy in blood magic that Harry was well aware of the true cost of the stone, but the closest imitation was a condensed gem of the flesh and blood of the innocent, which even in his rage at what muggles had tried to do to his love had not sacrificed the necessary number of children to craft his stone as their guilty parents were more than sufficient to the task. It was far more limited than his own stone though the amount of sacrifices and their nature was disgusting to most as the sacrifices had to be pregnant mothers and the creation tore out of the womb in a slow agonizing death before moving onto condensing into the lesser functioning gems. His stone could do so much more and he was so tempted by the ritual he had spent centuries crafting though it required bathing the stone in a cauldron of fresh blood and other things, but his research showed that it would only give him a poor imitation of the change the man in front of him had initially.

He was old enough to know that the practitioners of necromancy were far less potent than what Harry’s apprentices let alone their master was capable of doing. At his full maturity, his physical strength and speed would be inhuman and able to destroy the lesser vestiges of the Fae beings that still walked the world such as Trolls, Goblins, redcaps and other creatures thought mere myth by the magic less masses. A full giant would not be able to shake off his blows even without the obvious additional sacrificial rituals they had done, but aiding them was beneficial even if he had far less frequent sex than when he was not here. It was a small price to pay as he had no doubt that Harry would be able to draw runes in blood enhancing them and there were rune sets that maid the imperious seem weak let alone the other higher magic power imbued into symbols even if the masses didn’t understand how to use the power of symbolic magic.

Keeping him happy would keep his bits safe even with the rules of hospitality in place, as there were loopholes in the protections that Nick didn’t doubt either Harry or one of his girls could exploit. Besides, Nellie was enjoying this while he knew having his wife happy made his life far easier. There was also ruining more of that traitorous former apprentice’s plans that appealed to him though the gleam in Harry’s eyes as he practically inhaled what he was saying was terrifying, but there was no doubt, why he or the others were Ravenclaws.

“I think that will be all for today Harry, as I think you have other things to attend to,” Nick said receiving a nod in reply why shuddering at the amount of information that Harry had absorbed and incorporated even if he could not replicate it immediately though he suspected that he would not stop until he perfected everything he was taught. “I will go into more practical aspects besides the simple demonstrations though I suspect that using it won’t surprise my wife for long. Like any real conflict it is not the strongest or fastest that necessarily wins because one with planning and cunning can turn any disadvantageous instance to their advantage even if they have to temporarily concede the fight.”

“You are right on that though being the fastest does help in dodging and responding,” Harry said as he gathered his things up before casually slipping them into his shadow showing off a dangerous ability to conceal and smuggle things. “Still if you are quick yet lacking strength a giant will not fall to a swarm of flies though they will likely run out before doing more than inconvenience it. All the strength is meaningless if you cannot strike your opponent or grow tired before they do, but skill can bring the difference in physical ability to nonexistence in affect. There are five pillars in combat strength, speed, stamina, skill and strategy, but the greatest is strategy as a good strategy can kill more than a hundred swords. I know you are infuriated with that man as much as I am at times, but you don’t have to see him most of the year for at least four more years as I must pass my OWLS for certain things though taking the test elsewhere or at one of the ICW’s testing centers would suffice. I do have an island that is practically a kingdom though decently sized for one in this part of the world, but I doubt that an acknowledge school that would have reciprocity with ICW standards exists there just yet. Something to plan for in the future, I suppose and try not to sulk so much as that is not helping in arousing the women here as you know confidence attracts them almost as well as splashing the dosh about does at times.”

With that said, Harry made his way from his tutorial with Nick to see Susan and Sophie still nuzzling each other so he decided not to interrupt as they were very into their mutual tonguing, but he had to say that they both looked good even if Susan looked a bit spent almost to just giving affectionate instead of aroused affection to Sophie. He should have known better as Nellie had told him his appetite was still settling, and the balance between his killing and helping was a bit out of balance still, but she told him the girls would have no reluctance to help him in that matter. Still his lessons could be grueling as his dueling session with her had proven, but he knew that it would have been far closer if he hadn’t held back, and her experience was a very good handicap against his ritual and art enhanced abilities.

His mind was a bit stretched by all of what Nick had told him, and he had to hide his shock in some of what was not said yet implied. The Philosophers Stone was quite an effort to form, but Harry knew that his necromancy did give him some instinctive understanding of blood magics more than just what he had delved into already, and it was the preparation for creating that which was the difficult part and not the final crafting such as his bloodstone hanging around his neck currently was an almost on the spot creation. Nick tried to steer clear of the matter, but Harry suspected that his stone could eat Nick’s stone as well as add more to it than what it was when he first formed it from that relatively advanced yet unobservant master vampire.

It had done more than he had first thought as his pool of blood for blood magic was expanded using what was in the stone as a reserve, and this would allow him to use the magic that most modern vampires were ignorant of as they were even worse than he was most times with just feeding, fighting and fucking, but it was an easier life if short with hunters both magical and mundane seeking them out. At least he wasn’t anywhere as sloppy with his kills as they seemed some times, but it did seem as if some of the blood from his sacrifices expanded as well as restored the amount outside his body once that was filled. For the most part, Harry would not try to become dependent on using magic in that manner, and yet his worry about his own blood and seed being enhanced with some of those properties did worry him. The more common vampire breeds didn’t have the patience or forethought to keep human servants where minions were easily replaced and provided a meal beforehand. Other types had some better self-survival ideas and especially in those that were photosensitive, there was more prevalence in having human retainers kept with the promise of being changed or if the type’s blood had the property to make pseudo vampires or ghouls than that could be done.

Harry had looked into the matter as he couldn’t shake the instinct that vampires were lesser creations to be used similarly to skeletons and shades, but while he was now aware that he could control them, he found them more useful as components than any real use. Other magical beings were faster or stronger let alone more resilient and several could regenerate far quicker than most of the lesser vampire types. There were as many types as myths about them each with different weaknesses, but the most common were like cockroaches that while not too sensitive to garlic besides having a heightened sense of smell were susceptible to holy water, fire, and sunlight amongst beheading and staking. At least none of the more idiotic varieties found in fiction seemed to exist or if they had their original sources had been purged. Still he really hoped no one ever created some of the stranger fictitious versions he saw, but given what Su had told him of the even more out there types of magical beings in the East, Harry suspected that there existed some reality filled with beings even porn and the hentai manga that she read would find too out there to exist.

The crazy sex obsessed creatures oddly hadn’t migrated to America into what was commonly referred to as Porn Valley, but Harry didn’t doubt that sometime when the world found such beings existed that they would likely thrive in that industry. They had spent enough of their vacation doing more than just sex while at the beach and seeing the sights, and Hermione had used the newest home entertainment device to watch movies so they would be able to keep up when in the normal part of the world, but it did seem that America was oddly twisted n having violence in entertainment more accepted than nudity. Still each part of the world had their quirks and it was not as if he was a complete drone, but Harry suspected that not even Vernon was as right and proper any more than Petunia was prim and proper. His growing business had given him more eyes to investigate his once tormenters, and Harry did wonder if Dumbledore had exasperated the situation or if it was Vernon’s fear at whatever unnatural and not conforming activities being discovered that had made him so purely intolerable. There was legislation in both societies that would have the man locked up for years, but short of letting him rot in Azkaban for a few decades, Harry hoped that his vengeance would be suitably memorable.

As he made his way towards the room where he knew his girls were with Nellie, Harry didn’t have to be empathic one iota to feel the building sexual energies, but it didn’t surprise as the female principle of magic leaned to a more sensual stimulation for its power to be pooled together. Still as he felt it growing, his own more vicious imagination was contemplating making his blood and more dangerously semen be more addictive than the stronger vampire’s blood, and the image of Petunia mewling as the pleasure of her vice filled her with Harry standing smirking with Lily by his side and the rest of his family watching his somewhat aunt break. Lily had been very close to her from what little of her earlier memories had returned, but as Merlin was said to live backwards, his mother’s memory came in reverse order from the moment the curse struck slowly back through time, and there had been some whimsical mussing on her lost lover. Alice likewise was of little help when he popped in as she was more in need than he was at times, but he doubted that he wouldn’t enjoy their dominating Petunia and making her a good pet while he had someone on her knees sucking him deep before they made use of Pet.

He shook his head and dismissed the fantasy that tickled at the edge of his mind as he had images of Bella in her interrogator attire and it was kinky as hell, but as much as he needed her as an enforcer and trainer for poor Jenny, Harry needed her to figure out what the hell her now dead husband and in law had used on Alice and Frank because his godmother couldn’t recall and was begging to be filled all the time he visited to the point of being in a mental harness as he talked with Lily. Suffice it to say, whatever had been used sure as hell wasn’t the Cruciutus, but he hoped the elixir would work. Unfortunately, he suspected that what had been used was not within its purview, and even if one of his flames or a combination would work then it would likely do worse than it had in Bella’s rebirth. There were a few magical artifacts that generated panacea with one of the most famous being the lost chalice of Helga Hufflepuff, but it had disappeared from the Smiths about half a century or more ago.

Letting his mind drift to perceive the representations of his pets, Harry was not surprised that they were in coitus or their statuesque facsimiles were mirroring their real world positions. He had no issue with their using toys and it was the one exception he allowed his possessiveness to have. Besides, it would end up being funny as hell if having Alice bathe in a tub filled with fresh female juices would heal her, but given the potency of that, it was no more shocking than using a pool of blood to retain one’s youth. He owed it to both of them and his godbrother to restore them to awareness, but the simplest methods were the most costly as he doubted that as it was of the mind using a combination of black and white flames as he had on Bellatrix would be beneficial as her created persona and even most of her original one had been burned away leaving him a fanatic of almost religiously devote worship in her place.

He opened the door as Harry felt the magic beckon even as he wondered if it could be drawn to heal Alice, as most of his other methods would require his ambition to happen first as Alice was as clearly Lily’s bound and happily so woman as any of his closest loves were. Neville had not mentioned it, but Alice had told him as she was resting fully seated and pleasantly filled that he was able to stay just moments longer in lucid control of her body as time grew on. Unfortunately, she had been trying to communicate with Neville in her delirium except that it was in a runic method as what had been done had rendered her mind’s language and cognitive amongst other things jumbled together.

Thrice binding Alice to him was not a viable option even if Neville might accept that he would have used her sexually coming in her mouth, sex, and ass while also having her drink a mix of his blood and her from the rough violations before sheathing his hand in a mix of necromantic energy and sinking it into her body directly into her mind, heart and womb. It would also completely bind her to his will more so than any other way he had done even what he had done to Bella. While he needed the control and loyalty, Alice would, under such a thing, gladly have slit her own son’s throat right after delivering him or dripping a poison that would kill her slowly onto her nipple for him to take in with her milk.

His aura and pheromones responded as female and masculine aspects of old magic clashed, and he was in a partial euphoric daze while all of the women in the room cried out in orgasmic waves with the beating of his heart. A vision filled his mind and it caused Harry to smile as he saw what he had for his destination unfolding before his eyes. Lily and his family were there with Alice and Frank smiling proudly hugging Neville even as he couldn’t tell what dark haired girl was fastened to him, and his girls were older definitely past graduating university and well into their careers, but there were plenty of grandchildren for both his mum and his godmother milling about. In the distance, he barely noted a memorial listing the eradicated Death Eaters and a smaller sign listed all of his direct and indirect businesses helping fund the site.

Harry didn’t resist as he moved closer to the girl orgy and began to further things along until he ended up in a nice pile of spent women and the room reeked even more than when he had entered it. The level of arousal all of them was in made it a blur thinking back, but Harry didn’t feel like punishing them for doubling and tripling up on each other, and he had to admit that Sarah had been very arousing to see when she was air tight. The toy in their pussies or asses as he was in the other did make it very stimulating, and it seemed that while the afterglow was present that Nellie’s shields were at their lowest while she was snuggled against him whispering what took his mind time to process as a very archaic Germanic dialect with promises that stirred his inner somewhat sadistic dominant.

His subconscious drank deep of her sexual memories and fantasies while his aura bathed them all in a glow similar to the one the girls had been glowing with when he entered shrouded in the feminine aspect of wild magic. As he slept his dreams wandered and mixed with their intensely sensual and erotic dreams, and he would wake with a deep understanding of Nellie that her husband barely grasped after interacting with her all these centuries, but they all had felt the ache of completing the joining of the feminine and masculine aspects even though it was closer to the sporting of the diminished or vanished Fae races. His inner self that was personified by the animal form that would be what he could change into with the Animagus transformation seemed to solidify in his mindscape while its presence would evoke the instinctive responses from women even before he would be capable of the dramatic change.

There was still so much to learn in so little time before they would have to head to their next destination, but while Harry was able to dominate Nellie physically, magically and sexually, he was not often able to beat her in duels where her experience and sly cunning shorted the gap in their enhanced states. Nick could use the realizations he gained in crafting the stone to similar effects while Nellie was known as the Witch of Legend for a reason as she exemplified what witches had once been capable of when there was a reason that Hogwarts was a school of both witchcraft and wizardry. Their feminine oriented magics were slower to act, but no less powerful than what original wizardry was capable of doing, and each was based on natural inclinations that was where both values in the mix of equally patriarchal and matriarchal magical past had come into being originated in.

Unfortunately, as with blood magic, the older magics were kept to the families in their Grimoires and new bloods were not instructed in any unless the matriarch of the family she married into approved of the match. Sadly, that was the case for Dora as Andy had almost become divorced of the traditions in her originally teenage rebellion. There was much that Dora should have known that Harry likewise would have been disadvantaged by being ignorant about, and that especially went with the cultural and social etiquette that was pruned from the Hogwarts education centuries ago like most of the other realized electives leaving the minimalistic approach of the current era. The purebloods did have reasons for being offended by muggleborns in how they acted and tried to impose their culture on the incoming horde, but the inductees were offended by the traditions that the society they entered clung to for pride and other reasons, and Voldemort like other figures used those issues to gain support even though the muggle menace was almost nonexistent outside of nations military potential.

Sadly, for the magic users of the current era, the ministry had long since culled magic that would equal modern military destruction, but even Nundu were not completely resistant to high yield armor piercing rounds, and dragons as pathetic as the remaining breeds were could be killed far easier by tanks and artillery than swords. Like any other living being, one merely had to reach their weak points to injure them. Oh, both beings would be able to shake off most man-sized guns, but simple physics would prevail that with enough force anything could be penetrated. Similarly, some families’ wards would be more than able to survive a modern siege as easily as they had medieval sieges with catapults. The higher-level beasts and creatures such as phoenixes and greater sea serpents could respond to decimate armies as easily as lone warriors, but most of those were dead for natural causes, disappeared into some hidden places, or managed to be sufficiently outnumbered to be removed for the safety of the weaker wizards they would easily be able to prey upon.

There were reasons that Slytherin had left a basilisk to guard Hogwarts as much as the motto of the school should have been headed. Harry had a hard line to walk in both societies, but he would never consider them separate worlds unless magical or mundane settled separately on different worlds when they had finally broken free of the cradle of their birth. Differences were often a cause of misunderstanding leading to fear, fear leading to anger, and anger to violence, but Harry was familiar with that given how Petunia and Vernon acted while Dudley was inclined to be a bully, which their actions only empowered. In his mind, a moment that might be passed through his mind where somehow Dementors caught the fool and his minions before Harry gladly watched them deal with other nuisances, but like the rest of what might be, it did not necessarily have to happen as Harry did want his own pound of flesh from his abusive relatives. Still they slept and recovered because the next day would be even more draining than this in pushing their limits to become the best self that they could be, and what more was there realistically to strive for than to be more than the day before?

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